Page 56 of Darkening Truth
Apparently not, and my opinion of him lowers.
“I’ll make this quick, I know that you’ve only just gotten back,” he starts. “I know that it may be strange heading back to classes after you’ve been gone for as long as you have, but on Monday that’s what you will be doing.”
I try not to let my suspicion show in my expression, he said that almost as if he knew that we had been gone for a lot longer than everyone seemed to think.
Not that it would matter if I did let my suspicion show on my face, because he still won’t fucking acknowledge me.
Why does that bother me so much?
“Understood,” Storm replies.
The Headmaster nods, “The classes are more geared toward combat and warfare theory, since so many teams haven’t survived. In the past, the goal has been for as many teams as possible to pass through all of the trials so that we have a strong army in place to help guide and lead others in the inevitable eventuality that there is a war.”
“Are the games always a precursor to a war?” Mayhem asks.
The Headmaster nods, “Always. As I was saying, in the past, that has always been the goal, and yet we’re losing teams, a lot of teams. No one is surewhether there is something else going on, or whether it’s purely because Black Onyx Academy was run so poorly by my predecessor and he bent the rules for anyone who was willing to line his pockets or willing to owe him a favour.”
“That’s unsurprising,” Kill mutters, his arms crossed over his chest and looking as unimpressed as the rest of us.
Aldrastos hums in agreement and then ploughs on with what he has to say, “Cause problems, don’t take it seriously, and you’re out. My door is always open, should you need me. However, if you come to me with petty shit, then expect to do laps of the entire school grounds, and then sword practice until you drop. You all know better than most what the trials consist of because you were on one of the longest ones that we’ve had. It’s not over yet.” His serious gaze travels over all of us, once again skipping me, as he adds, “I suggest that you use this time wisely before you get called for another trial.”
“Understood,” Storm replies.
“Dismissed,” Aldrastos nods.
We all turn around to leave, and once we’re out of the door, I try to push away my annoyance at being so easily dismissed by him.
It shouldn’t bother me, it really shouldn’t. I’ve been treated the same way my entire life, but it is bothering me this time.
Probably because the guys don’t treat me that way, and everyone I have dealt with recently hasn’t treated me that way, not even the princes underestimate me.
“He could be worse,” Loki says as we head back to our room.
“Agreed,” Kill adds. “He’s straight to the point and doesn’t mess around. It’s exactly what this academy needs.”
Aldrastos
Iglance up from pretending to read the papers on my desk and watch as they all walk out the door. Farren’s Hellhound stops briefly to turn back to look at me, and I raise my eyebrow in question, before it turns to follow Farren.
An interesting familiar to have, definitely not normal, and more intriguing than it probably should be. As if I need another reason to find the violent and deadly woman intriguing.
My eyes drift to her arse as she follows her team out the door.
Fucking hell.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I’m here to find the team that is supposed to be able to help save my realm, a realm that no one remembers even exists anymore. I’m not convinced that someone from this realm is capable of it, but I do as is requested of me, and we’ve run out of time.
At this point, I am willing to try anything to help the realm.
If the realm dies, it will have catastrophic consequences. It’s why the games have been called, although no one knows that’s the reason why yet, and I am not permitted to share that information.
The situation is dire, and here I am checking out a student’s arse.
I mean, she’s not much younger than I am, but that’s besides the point.
For fuck sake.
