I glare at Kyprioth as it clicks.
"You didn't wager my summer. You waged that I wouldn't want to leave."*
I have a choice.
I could go home, apologise to mother, see my brothers; then sit around helping Da with paperwork, but still not doing anything with my life. Or I could stay. Do important work that I am perfectly suited for, for people that I care about and a cause I believe in.
…Damit. I hate letting him win, but I refuse to give up the chance of a lifetime.
He smiles. There is no betting against the Trickster.
* Quote from Trickster's Choice
