“Yes, Kyra. Never in fays’ history has anyone written their name more than once.” Is it me, or does the way he enunciates my name give off possession?
“It could’ve been–” I start, but Caspian chimes in.
“Before you say it, yes, accidents are included in not happening within our history of signing. The Gods do not make mistakes about eternal bonds.”
Why is his smile so damn contagious? Rows of pristine teeth bite into his bottom lip, which has heat building around my neck. The only other smile rivaling his…and there it is, Russ’s dimples force my cheeks to lift even higher. I suspect these males are well aware of their charming natures, using them as weapons against me.
Raw energy surges through my veins. A recognizable drive from when theBook of Bondspresented itself. My emotions, which were held together with a not so pretty bow, are now released and pinging around my chest. Similar to being inside Caspian’s classroom.
“This is no joking matter, Kyra.” Marcel’s subtle voice might as well have been a shout because mine fades upon hearing it. “Do you not understand what everyone here is thinking?”
“No, I don’t. I can’t read minds, Marcel. Can you?” He remains quiet, but something in my response hardens the indentation between his eyebrows. “And for one, I don’t appreciate this little show you four are putting on.Theymight be questioning what happened, but y’all aren’t helping with the situation.”
“Y’all, isn’t a real word, Kyra,” Alex speaks.
“What?”
“Y’all.”
“Seriously? We’re doing this now?” I huff. “It’s slang–short for ‘you all.’” My lingo bothered him once before, during training when I said,“my bad,”and I spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get him to understand it means ‘I’m sorry.’ Fail. “Furthermore, why am I being pressed?”
“Kitten–”
“Nope, don’t you start. You’re not ‘kittening’ your way out of this, so stop being adorable. Answer me, why is it important to do this here and now?” While this is not the expectation I had when they walked over, seeing those behind them stare and wait for my response, I think maybe Ishouldbe taking it seriously.
“Move, move, move, hey cutie, move.” It’s impossible to see her, but the call of her grueling tone is unmistakable. Angie shoves through the crowd with Ashlyn and Alise hot behind her. Flutters of black and white, pink and fiery red hair confirm my suspicion. “Step aside, now.” She throws an elbow into Alex’s ribs and another into Russ’s.
My smile returns watching her handle them.
“Excuse us,” Alise speaks, shimmying her way past Caspian and making a hole for her and Ashlyn. Night and day. She is beyond sweet, and I love that for her, but how did she and Angie become friends?
“An unsolved mystery,” I vocalize, and they all turn to me. My inner thoughts trickle out at the worst times, so I press my lips together and find comfort staring at anything else besides them.
“Angie what–” Russ attempts, but she shoots up a hand, ceasing his words.
“You and you know better.” She gestures towards him and Alex. “We can’t discern what happened, but now’s not the time for tripping.”
I snort, keeping my gaze locked on the D.J. who is setting up more equipment, knowing she meant either,your tripping or stop tripping,but this is better.
She faces me and asks, “Did I use it appropriately,” and I nod,not daring to correct my friend while she is in defense mode. “Marcel…” her head snaps to him as she places both hands on her hips. “Yell at Kyra one more time, and you’ll find I’m less tolerable than Cas.”
The battle of looking away ends when my eyes swivel to him after her response, slack jawed and all.Oh my God, no she didn’t.He attempts to rebut, but she cuts him off before he can speak. “Nope, you’ve done enough talking. And Cas, I don’t know why you’re smiling, you too know better. It’ll be a shame if House Earth loses both their Leader and second in command.”
I slap a hand over my mouth. Wherever my guardian angel is, she isn’t here–once again.God, we’ve been here before. Me asking for help steadying my laughter. Angie’s on a warpath, and I fear she might be worse than Blaise.
Despite her attitude towards them, neither dare to say anything more. Instead Marcel has a pouty disposition–Alex is sulking–Russ is in blithesome reflection–and Caspian is wearing an intrigued expression. She doesn’t play about her friends, and now they know.
Go off Angie, I’m here for it.
Silence compliments the stale air, high tension, and rising emotions when my night takes a turn for the worse.
“Russ, why are you letting her speak to you this way?” Paige asks, trying to push her way through, but their line of hard body’s deflect her advancement.
Angie huffs, joined at the hip by Alise and Ashlyn leaning against my table. “Horus, either you handle her, or I will,” she bites, leaving no room for negotiation, and I note the use of his full name.
It’s understood House Leaders can enforce actions upon their students, but what about the second in command? How far does their power go? Can they also tell–make another fay do something?
Finding an answer is instant. His smile fades into one hell of an intimidating scowl as he leers down at our intruder. The weighted, stale air becomes thick, chilled like an impending doom is drawing near, and a shiver runs along my arms.Is this his…aura?
