Page 27 of Rebirth Of Order
“Your bones will become a beautiful symphony, snapping within my hands,” he sneers, gripping my throat tighter.
Against my will, tears trickle down my cheeks, and I catch his gaze as he follows each one. He moves his hand around the back of my neck, and I prepare. Death has found Her warrior. My posture stiffens despite his hold, and I’m terrified to fight against it.
“If you’re this afraid, do it.” Fierce words leave me, yet my amber and green hues staring at him speak the opposite.
Ethan studies me, a speechless scale weighing my life.
Huffing, he relinquishes his hold around my neck and walks away. But the gold of his magic continues binding me, and my heart pounds with so much force I can see my hoodie flutter.
“Brave.” He grins over his shoulder. “Perhaps I won’t kill you yet. But know this, Kyra, there’s no place you can go where I won’t find you. Youwilldie here by my hands. See you soon.” With a flick of his wrist, I collide against the floor, and he vanishes before my nextbreath.
“Kyra, wake up.”
A groan escapes me. I’m not sure if I’m dreaming, or if someone is actually standing in my room, either way, they can return later. My plans don’t involve getting up anytime soon.
“Kyra, it’s time to train. Wake up.”
Another groan states my annoyance when her voice becomes all too familiar. But my point remains. I will not move from this bed, nor covers, until I’m good and ready. Or so I think.
“Angie, what the hell! Not cool!” A blast of white energy pushes me towards the ceiling, and she stands there, smiling and waving. “Let me down.”
She gestures a bow, and in an instant, her magic stops. A yelp explodes from the furthest pit of my stomach as I hit the bed and bounce onto the floor. “You’re fucking insane.”
“Well, seeing you’re up now, I guess we can get started.” Her smile widens and adrenaline has me standing, rushing towards her with darkened eyes. Another second passes, and I find myself sitting on the edge of the bed, my hair in a bun, sports shirt and shorts on–some extremely soft socks encasing my toes–and a cup of iced coffee in hand.
Anger still brews as I stand, and I catch my cup from falling. “Wait. Did you use your stop magic on me?”
“Noooo, of course not. I’d never ‘stop’ you from doing anything.” Her hands make air quotation marks.
“Angie,” I warn.
“Fine. I ‘stopped’ you from wasting more time. While you statically lingered in nothing but your underwear, I dressed you. Noticing you may want a drink, I prepared a cold beverage, but your hair shrouded your face, and we didn’t want it getting into it, now did we?” She pauses, raising a brow, but doesn’t offer me time toanswer. “That’s why it’s in a puffy bun. By the way, your hair is so soft. It’s like touching a thick cloud…” she trails off.
“You did all this in a second?”
“More like fifteen minutes. Your hair is quite stubborn.” She shrugs.
*Sigh* Although it’s a half-assed gesture, I can’t remain upset. After all, she did complete a few tasks off my morning list, on top of making me coffee. Or at least I think it’s coffee. Bottom line, I’ll count it as a win.
“We can start, but on one condition. You’re never touching my hair again. Agreed?” Peeking over the cup for confirmation, I watch her return a look as if to press for more, but caves upon seeing I’m not wavering.
“I’ll agree for now, but best friends do each other’s hair. So, we can revisit this later.” Her voice lessens as she embarks into the living area.
Ignoring Angie’s suggested response, I sulk after her. I thought it was a small distance from my room, but with how massive this dorm is, it makes me feel more like I’m sauntering down the aisle on my wedding day.
Memories torment me of last night’s endeavors, and I want to tell Angie, but what can she do? After all, they’re dating, and I doubt she’ll pick me over him. This is my secret to bear. At least for now. Thus, learning everything required to pass the Awakening and trials is crucial.
“There’s no place I can’t find you.”His words linger, fueling my urgency to focus.
I find her placing an abundance of items on my work desk. “What’s this you brought with you?”
“Just a few essentials you’ll need if you plan on staying,” she says without turning away from her task. Scrolls, books, pictures, and more unidentifiable objects clutter the desk.
“Yep, this seems like a cult initiation study,” I joke, yawning frombeing awakened this early. “What’s next, a skull cup you’ll force me to drink from?” I chuckle at my own joke.
“Since you mentioned it, hold on.”
“Angie, no. I was joking. There better not be a skull in your bag.” She rummages through her items, and I retreat a few paces.She’s not kidding.
