Page 49 of Darkening Truth
Before we leave, I turn to look at Poca, Meri and Oryn, “Guard the room just in case. Meri, don’t let anyone see you.”
Poca barks once in acknowledgement, and the other two nod.
“I hadn’t thought about that,” Mayhem says as we head out the door and into the thankfully empty hallway. “Meri is going to have to stay in the room, or we’re going to have to find a way to cloak him.”
I nod, “Yeah. I don’t think he’s going to appreciate being left in the room.”
“Poca might be able to cloak him as well?” Rival suggests.
I shrug, “Maybe. I’ll ask him when we go back.”
As we walk, I realise that the hallways are a lot quieter than I thought they would be.
“Where is everyone?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, it’s the weekend so there should be some people milling around. Certainly, more than there are,” Reaper replies.
“Maybe they’re all still freaked out about the games being started again?” Loki suggests.
“Maybe. It hasn’t been as long for them as it has for us,” Kill replies.
“I’m sure we’ll figure it out on Monday,” Zev says as he opens a door, and we all find ourselves outside the academy.
“How come I never knew about that?” Loki asks.
“Not many people do. I had a lot of time to explore. Remember, not very many, okay, no one trusted me because of what I could see, so they all avoided me. It meant I had a lot of time to entertain myself. I probably know this place better than anyone else,” Zev explains.
He doesn’t seem to be bothered by it and states it like a fact, but I know he’s been dealing with that sort of thing for the majority of his life. The sad fact is, he’s used to being treated that way, and I hate it.
I pick up my pace so that I can thread my fingers through his, and he squeezes them tightly as he drops a kiss on my forehead.
“That’s both awesome and sad,” Loki points out. He grins, “Don’t worry, mate, you’ve got us now, you’re locked in for life, no getting rid of us now.”
“Awesome,” Zev says sarcastically but with a huge and very pleased grin stretching across his features.
As we near the stables, we hear a loud scream and an angry neigh that can’t be mistaken for anything other than Revel. I roll my eyes as the guys eyes widen in shock, and I start jogging.
Admittedly, I haven’t heard him this pissed for a while.
This is going to be fun.
For me, not necessarily for everyone else.
We run into the stables.
“Took you bloody long enough,” the man who I’m assuming is the stablemaster says, and immediately turns on his heel and rushes out the door at the other end. “He’s even worse than he was when you two first arrived. Even those of us who had built some sort of bond and trust with him haven’t had any luck in calming him down. No one can get near him, and he’s back to biting and kicking anyone who gets close to him.”
I wince, “I’m sorry.”
The stablemaster doesn’t reply and instead just grunts.
When we follow him through the door at the opposite end of the stables, my mouth drops open at the sheer chaos in front of me.
Of course, Revel isn’t misbehaving by himself, nope, he’s somehow managed to convince several other Fae Horses to get involved as well, and they’re all galloping around the huge pasture, avoiding the people that are trying to catch them, and jumping over the fires.
Why am I not surprised that fire is involved?
“Why are parts of the pasture on fire?” Loki asks curiously.
