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“They never used to look like that,” Rival explains, seeing my confused frown.
It only takes a couple of minutes for Kill to come out of, and he smirks, which is never a good sign, “Alright, I’ll stay. I might have to leave occasionally, the Crypt still needs me to run things occasionally, but Rhett has been taking over more duties the last few years since I was wallowing.”
“Crypt?” Storm mutters as he makes an appearance.
“Yeah.”
“They’re the deadliest and most feared sector of assassins. How are you even working for them before you’re twenty-five?” Rival asks.
“I’m not. I run them.”
Silence greets his statement, none of them knowing how to reply to that.
“We talk more later,” Loki grins, hopping up and then moving to stand in front of Killian. “Right now, I want you to enrol officially. I’m not risking you changing your mind again.”
“You’re staying?” Storm asks, his face back to being the stoic mask, and Killian just nods in response before focusing back on Loki. He stands with a smile and pulls Loki in for a hug, which seems to shock him.
“It’s good to see you again.” He mutters before stepping back.
“That’s quite a scar,” Mayhem points out.
“You can thank Farren for that,” he grins, and the guys turn to me.
“What he got me too,” I defend, pulling down my top slightly and showing them all the scar just above my left boob.
“Supernaturals don’t scar,” Storm growls.
“And yet I’m covered in them,” I retort. “Go put a shirt on, Kill. Let’s get you enrolled.”
“I think that’s the first time you have ever asked me to put a shirt on,” he says, as he strides into my room.
“Don’t get used to it!” I yell after him.
“You guys have an interesting relationship,” Reaper mutters, not so subtly fishing for information.
“Yeah, we do,” I reply. I don’t really know how to answer what he’s asking me. I don’t know what Killian and I are in relationship terms. I don’t even know if there’s a definition for what we are to each other. We’re more than friends, closer than lovers but not even lovers in the true sense of the word. I can tell you this though, he is mine, and I am his.
I stopped trying to figure it out a long time ago. Like many things, it is what it is.
“I see,” Reaper replies, even though I didn’t really say anything, and a sheen of sadness covers his eyes before he gets rid of it.
“We still need to know what happened in the gym,” Storm demands.
I sigh, he’s not going to let this go, and I guess that’s fair. I can answer this one thing I think, “My strongest gift is with the Void.”
“I guessed that. Why didn’t you tell the Headmaster, though, something to hide?” He replies snarkily.
“Yes, actually, I can use it in ways that no one before ever has. From what I can tell from my research, Void users do just that they use it like any gift. But for me it’s more than that, it’s a part of who I am. She shares more with me every time I use the Void to heal me, but it always comes at a price.” I explain, feeling nervous. This is the sort of information that they could use against me.
“What’s the price?” Reaper asks curiously.
“Two things,” Killian answers, coming out with an old t-shirt on and answering for me, “the first is pain; when it heals her, she feels everything, and from what she’s described, it feels like liquid fire running through her veins every single time.”
The others look at me in horror, and I shrug; I actually don’t mind that. Pain I am more than used to. I can’t tell them that now though. That would open a whole new can of worms.
Chapter Seven
“What’s the second?” Reaper asks.
