Page 148 of Rebirth Of Order
“Could’ve kept that bit of information to yourself, but sure.”
“What happened tonight requires answers. Everyone, and I mean everyone, saw it. If I’m being honest, I too have questions but won’t push for answers. It’s unlikely you’ll have them anyway. But when you do, we can revisit this conversation.” I nod. What is there to say about it? “Oh, and by the way, I love your sigil and its diamond shape. Jealous much? I am.” She giggles. “If Alex hasn’t said anything, he will. Trust me. He’s been nonstop about it. Kyra this and Kyra that. The two of you should hook up and thrust each other already. You know, breathless and restless. That’s my true reason for talking with you.”
“What? Angie no.” I chuckle as her own sigil manifests beneath her feet.
“I’m just saying, if a male or female was that interested in me–” She shakes B.O.B. with sexual intent. “This thing would need new batteries. You haven’t lived until you’ve been with both sex’s at the same time.” Her grin entices a head shake and smile of my own. “Anyways, good luck tomorrow. You’re going to kill it–or them. I’ll be there, but break their legs,” she says before vanishing.
“It’s, ‘break a leg,’” I correct, knowing there is no possible way of her hearing my response. My one take away is that Angie is bisexual. Seeing how delighted she was about her gift, I know I need to create more toys for her and her partners.
I grab my phone, noting it’s now after midnight, and set a path towards the shower. Alex stated my match isn’t until around noon, or before…some time after I’ve awakened, but Alex will be here at sunrise, so tonight I’m reading Blaise’s book.
After removing my clothes and setting my passion twists free with a bit of magic, I hear a resounding knock vibrate down the hall.
“Who in the hell?” Frowning, I create sweatpants and a hoodie.It’s beyond late for anyone to be knocking at my door.With a red metal dagger materializing in my palm, I decide that whomever it is better have a damn good reason for being here.
A knock echoes again, and I’m halfway down the hall when my phone rings with an unidentified tone. Turning around would waste more time, and enoughScreammovies remind me doing so isn’t a grand idea.Thanks, Rosie.
Another loud clang startles me, and I almost drop my weapon.What am I afraid of? You have magic and a weapon. Chanel your inner Angie, or pretend it’s Ethan.Thinking about it, I feel my nerves steady, and I create another crimson, crystal dagger for good measure, keeping it high above the door for a secret attack.
It helps to picture Ethan on the other side, a nightmare I can cut. “Who is it?”
No one answers, but another ring carries down the hall from my room. “Screw this,” I huff. Gripping the knob, I twist and yank the door open. Air escapes my lungs as I see Blaise standing before me. One of the last fays I expected to show up.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper, confused and frowning. I peep out my door and down the hall. “Someone will see you, get in here.” Stepping aside, I wave him in.
“Doubt it. Not everyone is into my affairs,” he says as the door clicks and locks.
“Right, because no one remembers you. Great way to make friends.” He nods as though I’m agreeing. “How’d you know where my room was–wait, don’t tell me your book has a tracker in it?” I’mnot putting anything past anyone after discovering Ethan’s sigil tracking magic.I’m still not convinced he didn’t place one on me somewhere.
“Every student’s information is online. It wasn’t hard finding yours.”
“Seriously?”
“No, all my books have a tracker.” He grins, and I’m tempted to punch him. “To answer your question of why I’m here, it’s a new day. Something told me you wouldn’t wait until morning, and since I didn’t specify a time, technically you’re within your rights to read it.” He peers down, and those majestic eyes prod for a truth he will never receive. Yet his smirk tattles I’ve said too much without talking.Stop staring at him. We’re annoyed, not falling for…this.
“You seem–” Blaise starts, but a sudden twitch and disturbed spasm of his brows morphs his features into what appears to be pain. It’s quick, like a sharp migraine manifested and left within a blink. He grunts, taking a step back, but a hastened grab of his arm keeps him steady.
“I’m sorry for grabbing you, but are you okay?” I release him once he is firmly planted.
“You touching me isn’t a bother, but thanks.” He runs a hand down his face. “The book I leant, is it in your room?” As his hand falls, the pleasant and mischievous smirk returns–drawing a squint from me. I give a slight head nod in response as Blaise arches a brow. “Would you be so kind and retrieve it for me? And by the way, should I be terrified? You’re squinting, and it’s cute, but there’s a dagger in your hand and one pointing at me from above.”
Honestly, I’m astounded he knows it is there. Since walking in, not once did he look up, but I mask my surprise. Yes, he should feel some form of unrest or worry, not entertainment. Then again, something is off. His altered behavior isn’t like the Blaise I know, always causing mischief and chaos.
Gazing everywhere but his eyes, I’m inclined to press further andprove my point, yet knowing him, I’ll end up dancing around his riddles.
“Fine.” Rolling my eyes, I walk off. I notice a small gain of magic as my created weapon dissolves, along with another whisk of energy over my shoulder, despite leaving the crystal dagger lingering above him.
Reaching the room and grabbing his book, I feel tingles pulse around my fingers as though it’s humming. Better yet, singing.Am I tripping?Placing an ear on its cover, I hear nothing. “Yeah, it’s been a long day. I’m hearing things. Thanks, Hemera.” I’m not letting it go that she is the cause of these long days. Okay, not the cause, but she could have stopped it.
Jogging back, I discover Blaise now standing at the wall-length window, staring up at the moon.
“Hey.” I reach for his attention. “Are you okay?” When he doesn’t respond, I call out again, “Blaise, can you hear me?” Rubbing his arm, I use a delicate touch in hopes of anchoring him to this reality. Unbeknownst, my aura slides beneath his skin. Waves flutter amidst his body, searching for a similar connection.
I have no clue of what made it possible as Blaise returns, facing me and wearing an expression like he needs to write something down.
“You okay, Ghost?” I ask, relinquishing a shy smile. “Where’d your mind take you?”
“Ghost?” he asks, frowning.
