Soft as a Spike (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #5)

I have a secret.

It is the only reason I survived the Order Academy. While others clawed for rank or bled for favor, I kept my head down and my body hidden so I could stay invisible. Useful. Forgettable.

For years, that was enough. Until the Barons decided I had outlived my usefulness. I squired for them. Worked as a pack-mule for their Dungeon Dives and cleaned up after their messes.

But paperwork is inconvenient when a body lost in the labyrinth requires none at all. So they did not dismiss me. They delivered me. To the dark beneath the school.

To the shifting corridors and blood-slick stone. To the Minotaur who rules it. What he hunts, he claims. What he chases, he catches. And this time, I am the prize.