Page 6 of Blood Day: Part Two
Then I’d been put in the back of a van with Prospect One Hundred and Thirty-Nine and unceremoniously returned to the university.
Without a single word from Master Cedric.
Not even a note.
I’d attended my service course—because there was no alternative option—all the while wondering about my fate. Master Cedric had made it seem like I would be spending the next month with him and only him.
Either I’d misunderstood him…
Or he’d lied.
I suspected it was the latter.
The notion of it left me feeling hot, and not the good kind of hot when he touched me.
By the time the bell rang to signal the end of today’s class—which had focused on serving dishes and proper kneeling by tables—I was on fire.
He lied. Of course he lied. Why wouldn’t he lie? He probably failed me again, too.
“Prospect Four Hundred and Seven,” a gruff voice said, sending a chill down my spine.A lycan.
Swallowing, I turned toward the dark tone. “Yes, Master?”
“Follow me.” He didn’t give me a chance to reply, just turned on his heel and started walking.
Is this some sort of sick joke?I thought, following him.Did Master Cedric send him here to taunt me about my moon chase fate? Was this lycan taking me to another trial run? Did he intend to chase me himself?
The flames roaming through my veins iced over, each step behind the lycan feeling heavier and heavier.
Is this a new game to test my reactions?
Or was this all just a game in general, one I’d failed by allowing Master Cedric to talk me into expressing my own wants and desires?
It had all felt so genuine last night, and the pleasure had been insurmountable.
I’d felt alive, like I could breathe for the first time.
Was it all a trick? A way to make me wish for death now?
The lycan led me down a set of stairs to a cold-looking tunnel, one that reminded me of last night when Master Cedric had entered a similar one.
Is it the same one? Am I being led out to the training field again?
I hadn’t even been given breakfast today.
Or water.
I’d intended to eat midnight lunch.
Apparently, that wasn’t happening.
Perhaps it was for the best. Whatever this lycan had planned couldn’t be good on a full stomach.
I gripped the straps of my bag, my hands clammy. The books inside weren’t very heavy, yet they reminded me of boulders now.
The lycan said nothing as he walked.
Then he continued his silence up an additional set of stairs that led to another unimposing door.
