Page 72 of Darkening Truth
Farren
“Why are you surrounded by bodies?” Zev asks.
I shrug, “They aren’t dead.”
“Oh, well that explains everything,” Rival retorts drily, making me smirk.
I launch into the explanation of what happened, including Aldrastos, and how weird that was, because keeping that from them seems wrong.
“Well, that’s strange,” Loki mutters. “Not these fuckers, I sort of expected something like that to happen, but the Headmaster thing.”
I nod, “Yeah. I don’t get a bad vibe off him, but there is something going on.”
Zev’s eyes flash white, and he chuckles, “He thinks you’re hot. You throw him off.”
Reaper nods, “That makes sense.”
“I’m pretty sure that he could see Poca when he was in his office,” I reply.
“Is that why you asked about it over the bondlines?” Kill asks.
I nod, “Yeah. He seemed to hold the door open for him.”
“How strange,” Rival mutters.
“Does he feel familiar to anyone else?” Loki asks.
“What do you mean?” Kill asks.
Loki shrugs, “I don’t know how to explain it properly. He doesn’t feel like a stranger. He definitely doesn’t feel like someone in authority to me. But I know that I have never met him before.”
“I know what you mean,” Rival says. “I thought the same thing. I’m also curious about what kind of supernatural he is. I can’t get a reading on him at all.”
“His magic doesn’t feel like anything that I have encountered before,” Reaper admits.
Storm shakes his head, “Me neither. I’ve met supernaturals from all of the realms. I can’t place it.”
“Which makes him even more intriguing,” Mayhem points out.
“I’m pretty sure he’s a shifter of some kind, like I said, he looked like he was getting ready to shift,” I reply.
“I think we should keep an eye on him. We have no idea if he’s friend or foe, and the fact that none of us have an inkling of what kind of supernatural he may be, other than a shifter, is concerning,” Killian replies with a frown.
“Agreed,” I reply. There’s something not quite right about him, and I would rather figure out if he’s a threat or not now than when he’s trying to take my head off.
“I can’t see him,” Zev frowns. “It’s really strange, I can’t get any sort of flash of intuition now that I’m actually looking for it. That flash that told me he thinks you’re hot, Farren, is pretty much the only thing that I can get, and even then, that was spotty.”
“Well, that’s just even more of a reason to keep an eye on him,” Loki says.
“Come on, we have enough time to drop shit off at the room and hang out for a little bit before we get dinner,” Rival suggests changing the subject.
I pick up my dropped pile of clothes from the floor, deciding to ignore what Zev said because I don’t want to deal with that, and I think it’s more than that. Although I suppose that you can think someone is hot and not like them. Which is what I think is more than likely going on here.
It’s not my problem if he likes me or not.
We all step over the bodies on the floor and head through the hallways to our room.
When we get up to the room, it's to find it completely empty, no Poca, Meri or Oryn.
