Page 60 of Shadow Weaver
He held up a hand. “Date’s the wrong word. I mean, I’d like to take you with me as my …”
“Date?”
He offered me a sheepish grin. “I suppose that is the best word to use.”
“You want me to go to a weaver ball with you?”
“Honestly. These things are boring as hell but obligatory. The few times you and I have spoken, the conversation has been … stimulating.”
“So, you want me to entertain you?”
He made a sound of exasperation. “You’re not making this easy.”
I crossed my arms over my breastplate. “Look, Kash. I have no intention of becoming a weaver and no interest in the weaver world. I have to learn to control my abilities, and that’s the only reason I’m in Latrou’s class.”
He nodded slowly. “So, you’d just dismiss a whole part of your heritage, just like that?”
The question hit me hard. The wordheritagesnagged in my mind, and Payne’s words came back to me. I wasn’t just a nightblood, and I wasn’t just a weaver, but I’d spent my whole life in the nightblood world. In Baron’s world.
Maybe it was time to see how the other half lived.
Kash sighed. “It’s fine. I get it. You’re not interested.” He turned to leave.
“Wait.”
He paused and looked over his shoulder with an arched brow and the hint of a smirk. Bastard knew he had me.
I sighed. “When is it?”
“Half term.”
So, in just over two weeks. I nodded. “I’ll have to work around my shadow cadet duties, but I’ll see what I can do.”
This time, when he smiled, it was a full-wattage hit-you-in-the-solar-plexus smile. My mouth went dry.
“I’ll get Joti to sort you a dress,” he said.
His presumption that I’d need help irked. “What makes you think I don’t have a dress?”
He arched a brow and raked over my armor. “Do you?”
Urgh. “No.”
He chuckled. “I’ll see you in class, Justice.”
He closed the door behind him, leaving me wondering what in the world I’d just agreed to.
Eighteen
Ientered barracks four to silence and headed straight to the dorm and changed out of the armor and into my sweats. It felt good to be back. It felt like coming home. I looked down at the bunk Brady usually slept on. He was probably still at barracks six. I picked up his pillow, held it to my nose, and inhaled. Cedar. Shit, what was I doing? I dropped the pillow back on the bed. Was it normal to miss someone so much?
I slipped my feet into my gray fluffy slippers, one size too large, and padded into the lounge.
“Hello? Anyone here?”
Weird. Where was everyone?
The watchtower was up a short flight of stairs, but the enclosed balcony wasn’t empty. A figure stood at the scope by the window with his back to me.
