Page 55 of Darkening Truth
He nods, “That would be me. Now follow me, please.”
I shrug, and we all walk after him as he heads back into the school.
“You should probably put the shadows away,” Storm says quietly to me.
I shake my head, “Nope. I don’t want to, and they’re not hurting anyone.”
Storm’s eyebrows rise as his wings flutter behind and his horns spark.
Kill chuckles, and I feel his tail wrap around my wrist, and my shadows react as they start to play with his tail.
“Well, if you’re keeping yours out,” Kill says, and his tail and horns get whisps of shadows that dance around them.
“Wow, okay,” Zev mutters from behind us as we walk through the halls, and the Headmaster seems to ignore us from further up ahead.
Both of us look at Storm.
“Come on, brother,” Kill smirks, a level of challenge in his voice.
Storm hesitates for only a moment before his own shadows come out to play. He, of course, has to outdo Killian, so his shadows form one of the shadow dog creatures, and after it nudges my hand for pets, he then moves to walk beside Poca, who is still in his invisible form.
The Headmaster doesn’t say anything, although I’m pretty sure that he is more than aware of what’s going on back here.
I have to admit that I don’t immediately dislike or distrust him, not like I did with the last Headmaster, and since I definitely haven’t gotten more trusting since then, I’m hoping that it means that he’s not up to anything nefarious, at least he’s not at the moment.
He also doesn’t seem as stuck up as the last one, and if Tishrel is right, then it would seem that he’s not as easily influenced or brought like him either. First impressions suggest that he’s going to be exactly what this academy needs.
I have this feeling, an uneasy stirring in my gut that something is coming, something even more of a threat than the God who wants to take over the Underworld, and if that feeling is correct, then we’re going to need as many good warriors as we can get. Those who will actually do their jobs and do them well, not just those who want the notoriety that comes with being trained at the Black Onyx Academy.
Shit.
I really don’t like the feeling. It’s bad enough that we’ve got to deal with the God. I really hope that I’m wrong, that the feeling is related to that and not something else that we need to worry about.
I’m brought out of my thoughts as the new Headmaster pauses to open the door for us, and Storm and Kill call back their shadows, making them disappear again. We walk into the office, and my eyebrows rise at the changes. It’s no longer split into two, and it doesn’t appear that he has a secretary. The décor is dark and edgy, with lots of really interesting relics dotted around the room, and a whole wall of ancient-looking books that I desperately want to get my hands on.
I nudge Rival unnecessarily since he’s already eyeing the books with interest. He smiles down at me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. I’m entirely unsurprised when my shadows wrap around his wrist as well.
Wanting to make sure that Poca has made it through the door, and isn’t stuck outside, I look back at the door that we’ve just walked through, and I smile slightly when I realise that the Headmaster appears to be holding the door open for him, I try not to let my shock show as the Headmaster waits until Poca is completely through before closing it.
I narrow my eyes slightly.
Opening the bondlines, I ask,“Can you guys see Poca?”
“No, I figured he was either invisible or stayed back in the room with the other two,”Storm replies.
“Why?”Kill asks.
“I’ll explain later,”I reply, and then close down the bondlines.
I would explain now, but I want all of my focus on the new Headmaster. I’m now even more interested in figuring out who this guy really is and if he’s a threat to us.
It could be a coincidence that he held the door open for longer, maybe he heard something in the hallway and paused to check it out.
I don’t like coincidences though.
He doesn’t invite us to take a seat, not that there are enough chairs for us to sit down anyway, and he doesn’t sit down either. I prepare myself to be chastised for threatening and attacking a student. However, his gaze doesn’t land on me at all, as he instead focuses on the guys, and I narrow my eyes.
I thought I was past people looking down on me or just plain past me because of who my father was, and what they had mistakenly perceived me to be.
