I closemy book after writing about the incident with Caspian. Not everything, but enough to study later. I place it beside Blaise’s in a locked drawer, sealed and disguised with books of my favorite Earth authors by a helpful cloaking spell ‘concelo,’ I found hacking the Elder’s library.
Being caught off guard won’t happen again, so after Ethan left, I created it, placing Angie’s necklace and Rosie’s bracelet along with them. If I can’t keep him out, I’ll ensure they are hidden.
Peering over where our blood once stained the floor, my mind is filled with flashing images from the near-death experience. His spear, invading my body, had left a taste I couldn’t rid myself of. Even now, cinnamon, leather, and a palate of bad choices coats my tongue. Each time we are in the same vicinity, a dark force tries taking over, enticing my hands to remove his name from their realm. Permanently.
But it’s not in my nature to kill, so I won’t allow him the satisfaction of changing me. I’m simply glad he didn’t have his way, and I’m still here.
Exhausted, by every meaning of the definition, I’d passed outbeside my hidden compartment, studying his left behind photo–the same one stashed between thin pages of my hidden book. I’m not sure how, or when, I made the transition from my floor to the bed, or changed clothes, but pondering on it sparks more memories. Now I lie back, staring at my ceiling while Joe narrates his reasons for stalking.
My one defense against those who are listening.
Russ can smell me, Alex and Ethan can hear me, and now I learn about Caspian. Great.*Sigh*
“It’s good knowing my magic has some effect on Caspian, and I’ll be searching for a way to block him.” In truth, I’m not mad. A little violated, sure, but I’ve taken to hacking for information about everyone here. Now I no longer feel bad for doing it, especially since I’m unaware of who else has similar abilities.
He gets brownie points for telling me, but with the amount of questions still remaining, I know we need more alone time.After this mission, you and I will talk more. Clear your schedule, Sweet Buns.
“And what made me think Ethan’s beautiful? This Academy man, what the hell.”
Grabbing my phone, I’m reminded to text Blaise back. He sent it sometime during my bout with you know who, based on its received time stamp. My problem is that I don’t know if it is meant for Ethan or Caspian, either way, both end with option one.
GHOST
Two options. One, face the monster and don’t shy away. Two, stay steadfast and plan. Either way, your next encounter will be difficult. One route will result in getting what you want, the other will destroy who you’ve become.
Staring at his earlier message filled with riddles, Irespond.
Hey, Ghost, I went with the first option, or I think I did. Either way, did anything change?
His response time is insane. I smirk as the three dots wiggle on my screen.
GHOST
Took you long enough. I was beginning to think all hope was lost. But yes, things changed. You’ll find out soon enough.
“Cryptic as usual.” Tossing my phone aside, I strut into my bathroom and prepare.
Taking another shower before meeting everyone else, I let my emotions wash away with the scented suds of green apple.
Dressed in all black,my onyx boots thud over the reflecting marble,never a stain on it,and my passion twists are no more. Instead, I’ve channeled my inner warrior–wearing a Viking hairstyle. The left and right sides are done in thin braids and angle up towards the top of my head, which gathers all my hair, going back into a thick, mohawk-ish plait. I left the red strand of my hair to flourish amongst its raven-toned kind.
The entire style drapes over my left shoulder.Cute.
I’ve opted for something a little different with my attire–a one-piece bodysuit made to resist the elements. After witnessing every other student’s magic and Ethan take on Alex’s lighting, I’ll be damned if while hacking inside the Elder’s library I didn’t search for an elemental counteraction. I’m thankful Holland had one to take. And no, I sure as shit don’t feel bad for hacking him.
This leather material is breathable and layered with dragon scalesfrom my neck to my bust. Not as effective as my shield, but it’s a stylistic choice.
Everything below my breasts is fine leather, fitting to the teeth with no room for more. A little tape helps lift my girls, thus no bra is needed. However, it’s my time of the month, so panties are required. Oddly, the perfect pair was next in line for me to wear, a seamless, black thong, folded neatly in my closet.
I’ll ask Angie for a monthly incantation. If anyone knows it, she does.
Nearing the Black Wing’s center, I don’t see a door in sight, nor voices or evidence of anyone being around.I’m sure Caspian said this was the spot. Or is it on the other side?
With another left and right glance, I shrug. “Worst case, I miss the mission and go back to my room. Best case, someone finds me. Either way, whatever.”
I decided to spend my hour going over more files on Rebirth using my phone. Holland had so much of his redacted, how could a girl not be suspicious. And my online enemy was back at it, trying to find me. It’s a game of chess, them and me, except they appear to be learning how it’s played. As for me, I wrote the book they are studying.
“I’m not going, just attending whatever briefing Death’s Leader felt inclined for me to attend. There’s a more pressing matter…” Blaise pauses after seeing me, then hangs up his phone. “Kyra, fancy seeing you here.” He smiles, putting an extra pep in his step.
