Page 70 of Darkening Truth
The group of guys look at each other and they all burst out laughing.
“There’s one of you and six of us.”
I shrug again, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. What’s the big deal anyway?”
Their expressions darken, “The big deal is that you took a spot on the team that belonged to one of us. You took away our in with the king. Instead of severing the connection like they should have, they’ve kept you. You make them weak.”
“I can’t make them that weak. We came back from the trial after all,” I point out, deciding to ignore the shit about the king, because anyone worth anything knows that the king is corrupt and a problem.
Hell, even his own sons, Storm and Kill, know that and want nothing to do with him.
“Women should not be on a male team. Especially not weak, spoiled women who only got into the academy because of who their daddy is and because their uncle works here,” a different one growls.
“Ah, so that’s it, you’re all butt hurt because a woman is stronger than you,” I summarise, correctly but perhaps not smartly if I were looking to avoid a fight.
Fortunately, I’m not looking to avoid a fight.
Aldrastos
Ihave no idea why I’m here. For some reason, I decided that I needed to walk the hallways again, even though I had just finished my rounds.
Raised voices from up ahead have me quickening my pace, but as I turn the corner, I freeze.
Farren.
Of course, it’s her. It would appear that I can’t escape her even if I want to.
My eyes narrow as I realise that she’s surrounded by six very angry men. Fuck knows what she’s done to piss them off, but her men are nowhere in sight, and she is significantly outnumbered.
I can’t intervene.
There have been many altercations while I have been the Headmaster of this academy, and I have not once intervened. If I were to step in now, it would be suspicious, and besides that, why do I even want to step in? I haven’t cared to with anyone else, and some of those got deadly.
Usually, I would just leave the students to it.
That’s what I should do now, but I can’t bring myself to walk away. So instead, I watch and admit to myself that I hope that her men appear soon because compared to those surrounding her, she looks extremely small, and I don’t fucking like it.
I tense as they all move toward her, and I plant my feet on the floor so I don’t fucking move.
My eyebrows raise as she ducks and dodges as if she’s been fending off attackers for years, and the thought makes me uneasy. I lean forward slightly as one of them throws a blast of magic at her back while another one attacks her from the front.
She punches the one attacking her hard enough that he goes flying backwards into two of his friends and then spins, catching the spell that she definitely shouldn’t be able to catch and throwing it back at the guy who threw it first, knocking him out cold.
The ones left conscious all converge on her again, and she fights, a huge smile on her face, that says she is very much enjoying the danger she’s in and making me want to kiss her.
For fuck sake.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I force myself to pay attention. She shouldn’t have been able to catch that spell, not with her skillset. It should be impossible. In fact, not many people would be able to catch that spell.
So how the fuck did she catch it?
Something isn’t quite adding up.
My eyebrows hit my hairline as she disappears and then reappears directly behind the guy who was just coming at her with a dagger. Her smile widens as he spins on his heel and thrusts the dagger forward, aiming for her heart.
I take a step forward.
