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“Well, we could ask the new Headmaster for some information about Magnus, but it could fall under one of those things that he doesn’t have time for, especially if he views it as us looking for gossip, and I really don’t want to run laps or do sword practice right now,” Rival replies.
Reaper frowns and shakes his head, “Yeah, let’s not do that.”
“Why don’t we go and check the office down by the gyms? We might find something in his office if it hasn’t been cleared out already. We have no idea of the timeline of events since we seem to have messed with the timeline somehow,” Mayhem suggests, although his eyebrows are dipping down into a heavy frown by the end of his sentence.
“I guess it’s as good a place to start as any,” Storm replies.
“If his office has been cleared out, then the person who is now teaching his classes should have some information on what happened to him,” Zev suggests.
I nod, “Sounds good to me. We can start there. You know, I actually had no idea that there were offices near the gyms. I have no idea which one was his.”
“You weren’t technically here for that long before we got pulled into the games,” Loki reminds me, squeezing my hand gently.
“I know which one is his. I’ll show you,” Reaper says, with a gentle smile.
Returning his smile, I reply, “Thank you.”
We head through the halls, picking up the pace now that we have a plan.
The hallways are once again quiet. The few people we do see nod or give a hasty greeting, but no one hangs around to chat. There is an air of purpose around everyone, and most of them are in workout clothes or combat gear, some heading to the library, so even though it’s Sunday, everyone is still training hard.
It's something that I definitely didn’t see before.
“It’s just through here,” Reaper says as we head down a corridor lined with fancy office doors.
I had no idea that there were so many instructors, but it makes sense. People have specialities that they teach and also classes based on the supernatural skillset. Some supernaturals are better with speed, so they need to be trained with that, some shift, others use magic, and a whole host of other things. It makes sense that there are different instructors for each thing.
“Huh,” I say as we stop outside a door that has Magnus’ name written in gold across it. “Either he died recently, or they just haven’t gotten around to switching the name yet.”
“Let’s find out,” Kill suggests as he knocks on the door.
“Come in,” a very familiar and not dead voice calls out from behind the door.
Chapter Twenty
Farren
“What the fuck, Magnus!” I yell as soon as I’ve flung the door open.
He glances up sharply and then moves around his desk and pulls me into his arms.
“You did so fucking good, Farren. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t get you out. We tried, but we were blocked at every single turn,” he mutters.
“Excuse me?” Zev asks, a bite to his tone.
As much as I’m enjoying the hug from Magnus, I move back, “What do you mean, tried to get me out, Magnus?”
“And how are you alive?” Rival asks. “Farren saw you in the Soul Side of the Underworld.”
Magnus winces slightly, opens his mouth, snaps it closed again and then sighs, running his hand through his hair.
“Magnus?” I ask, my voice questioning and unsure.
His gaze meets mine, and I see in his eyes the moment that he makes a decision.
“We need to talk,” he starts.
“Whoa, hang on a fucking minute, Mag,” Monty’s disembodied voice shocks me, before he suddenly appears standing next to Magnus.
