Page 53 of Darkening Truth
“Maybe we should talk to Fitz?” Zev suggests. “He seemed to know a lot and was actually willing to tell us before.”
Tishrel scoffs, “Good luck getting him to talk. All he does now is mutter to himself, flick through books, and shout at you if you try to talk to him.”
“Well, that sounds promising,” Mayhem says sarcastically.
“The new Headmaster seems to be leaving him to it, even though Fitz hasn’t turned up for any of his classes for a while now,” he says with a frown.
I had almost completely forgotten about all of that, despite the fact that Kill mentioned it earlier. We were the ones responsible for getting rid of the last Headmaster because he was trying to kill us, and Rival has awesomeconnections. He suggested that Magnus would make a good replacement, but since I saw him in the Underworld, it’s obviously not him.
Pain pierces me, and I violently push it away.
Nope, not dealing with that right now.
“Who is the new Headmaster?” Reaper asks.
Tishrel shrugs, “He’s an obscurity, no one knows where he’s come from. He’s not a known name, he’s not linked to the King, or any royalty or nobles. I like that, a lot of us like that. He treats everyone the same, no matter where you come from, and if you don’t have what it takes to pass the classes and aren’t willing to put in the work to do so, he kicks you out,” he smirks. “It’s actually another reason why the numbers in the school are so low.”
“Oh wow,” Rival mutters. “I never thought that I would see the day when the school was actually run like it was supposed to be.”
Tishrel nods, “Yeah, it’s stirred some shit up that’s for fucking sure. He’s made enemies.”
“What’s he called?” Storm asks curiously. “Maybe one of us has heard of him?”
“Aldrastos Orion,” he replies.
Storm shakes his head and then looks at the rest of us to see if any of us recognise the name, and we all shake our heads. It’s not exactly a name that you would easily forget. I don’t recognise the name, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t recognise the person. I am really bad at remembering names, unless they are the names of those that my father sent me after. Those are seared into my mind. Under normal circumstances though, I never remember names, but faces have a way of sticking with me.
“I think we should go and introduce ourselves to him,” Storm suggests. He looks back at Tishrel, “Thanks, mate.”
“No problem,” Tishrel says as he bypasses us and heads toward the stables.
“The new Headmaster sounds interesting,” Loki starts, a gleam in his eye that says he wants to check him out and see if he lives up to Tishrel’s description of him.
Before I can reply, two of the girls who were all over Storm when he was still being pissy with me interrupt us, making us stop again. They both sneer and look at me like I’m dirt on their shoe, which makes me smirk and finger wave at them, making Loki snort.
“Move,” Storm orders roughly.
The words and his demeanour are a complete contrast to how he was behaving with them before, and that tiny niggle of doubt that had started to bloom dies immediately. Making me smile.
The woman giggles and then reaches out her hand to touch his chest.
My amusement disappears, and within a split second, I’ve stepped into the Void and appeared behind her. One of my favourite blades to her throat, and my hand in her hair, pulling her head back roughly and giving me better access to slit her throat, if I want to.
I haven’t quite decided yet whether I’m going to spill her blood or not, it quite honestly depends on her.
Storm’s eyes widen.
Kill chuckles, looking incredibly proud and turned on, “There’s my girl.”
I blow him a kiss, because I can. Although it probably looks weird because I can’t take my hands off the bitch who tried to touch Storm. Well I could, but I don’t want to.
Chapter Eighteen
Farren
“What the fuck?” The second girl screeches and takes a step toward me, but before she can move an inch more, my magic releases a stream of shadows that look surprisingly like Storm and Kill’s. I watch as they wrap around her, making sure that they cover her mouth as well, since she’s making a godawful screeching sound.
When I look back at the guys, they’re all watching me, shocked. Storm and Kill’s gazes are switching between my shadows and me rapidly as they try to figure out what just happened.
