Page 72 of Blood Day: Part One
Except he wasn’t back in the next class.
Or the one after that.
Or the one after that, either.
Four weeks passed with no sign of Master Cedric. It seemed as though Master Khalid had officially taken over, which I should have been thankful for because I was finally passing some of the tests in this course.
But I found myself longing for Master Cedric. He haunted my dreams—dreams I knew I shouldn’t have of him.
Those dreams worsened as his blood fully left my system, returning my senses back to normal. It was as though I’d lost the final piece of him, leaving me with just fantasies.
Fantasies that flourished wildly in my mind while I slept.
The increased food rations continued as well with a small lunch being added to my daily agenda. I felt rejuvenated and stronger with each passing day, almost similar to how Master Cedric’s blood had made me feel.
Only it wasn’t the same.
Some twisted part of me missed him.
Which was why I found it hard to say his name now as my advisor asked me for an update on my courses.
I was seated on my bed, staring at her image against my wall. She appeared every few weeks to discuss my schedule, and originally, I’d intended to use our next session to discuss Master Cedric’s class. Now I just wanted to ask her where he’d gone and if I could enroll in one of his other courses.
However, my training kicked in as I provided her with an update on my classes and how I felt they were going. I even told her that I believed my fighting skills were finally improving.
“Yes, I see that here in Master Khalid’s notes,” she replied, her gaze flicking away from me as she scrolled through her tablet. “It seems Master Cedric had his doubts, but his advice to increase your food rations has helped. Of course, your weight is fluctuating, too. So we’ll have to decide if that’s the appropriate route for you.”
Master Cedric advised you to increase my food rations?I nearly asked, my mind reeling from that reveal.
Although, part of me had already wondered if he’d been the reason behind my new food schedule.
Just as I wondered if he’d been the one to stock my closet full of water.
Because no one had mentioned any of it and the cafeteria matrons continued to give me the same amount of bottles every day. I almost asked my advisor, but some part of me whispered a warning to remain silent.
It was the same part of me that remembered his warning to keep our secrets between us.
If I mentioned the water, they might take it from me.
Or maybe that was part of the test.
Regardless, I chose not to say anything.
It felt a bit like a rebellion, as though I were breaking an unspoken rule to reveal everything to my advisor at all times.
I rather liked keeping the knowledge to myself and not sharing it with her.
“However, he also noted your sexual skills are quite lacking, so your weight may not be an issue after all,” she continued, cutting through my thoughts and slapping me across the face with her words.
He notedwhat?
“He actually strongly recommended your routine be shifted to servitude courses rather than sexual arts, stating that he didn’t feel you’d be adequate enough for a harem. And obviously, he wasn’t impressed with your fighting skills.” She uttered the words plainly and without emotion, like she wasn’t punching me with each syllable.
All I kept hearing was,Master Cedric noted your sexual skills are quite lacking.
In what way?
Because I’d moaned while he’d fed me that last time? Because I hadn’t moaned initially?What did he want from me?!
