Page 11 of Black Onyx
“Well, you can’t call her lazy,” Loki comments, making Storm scowl.
He strides up to her door and bangs on it. “We’re leaving in five minutes!”
He’s barely made it across the room when her door opens again, and she walks out fully dressed, raising her eyebrows at Storm and smirking. It's pretty clear that she enjoys sparring with him. There’s a change in her today, almost as if she’s made a decision.
“It’s weapons training today. Do you need to borrow a weapon?” Mayhem asks, and I'm glad to see he’s not sneering. I'm rarely at odds with my twin, and I hope that he sees what the rest of us do soon.
“No, I stored mine in the locker yesterday.” She replies, and she makes a beeline for the coffee.
She pauses just as she gets to it. “May I?”
“Of course, help yourself,” I reply, smiling softly. I’m rewarded with a small smile in return, and for some strange damn reason, it makes my heart hurt.
What is this girl doing to me?
Not just be actually but the others as well. She’s a mystery and one I want to solve.
Chapter Four
Farren
As I sip my coffee, I look around at the guys. I heard them talking last night, and although I don’t want them to figure out what’s going on with me and, more importantly, my father; I figure that the best way to throw them off is to be more open with them about the things that I am willing to share. Unfortunately, that doesn’t leave much to be honest about, but a small part of me is telling me that I’m in the right place, and this is where I’m supposed to be.
That’s pathetic thinking, and I know that, so I push it away.
I ignore the snort from Poca. He's clearly listening in on my thoughts and finding them amusing. I have no idea why he decided to show up this morning. We had both agreed that while I was here, he would stay away. As far as I’m aware, there’s only one person with a familiar, and hers is a reasonably normal animal, certainly not a freaking hellhound. Poca being a hellhound however, does have its perks. For instance, he can make himself appear completely invisible. The only downside to that is that it makes me look like a crazy person when I talk to him.
“Why aren’t you healed?” Loki asks, sounding concerned. “It looks like it’s still fresh.”
I feel my defences going back up. It turns out being open with them is more challenging than I thought it would be.
“I heal slowly,” I reply.
“Wait, did you say you had weapons?” Rival asks, not so subtly giving Loki a warning look.
“Yeah, they’re in my locker.” I reply, taking a sip of coffee and then grinning,, “Where do you think I got the C4 from?”
“You know what? I hadn’t thought about that.” Reaper grins.
“Alright, let's go!” Storm orders, striding out of his room and completely ignoring me.
I put down my coffee and look through the drawers, finding some scissors before jogging out of the door behind them. Poca rubs against my leg, deliberately singeing the fabric. He’s pissed because he wants me to introduce him to the guys, but he’s never wanted to be introduced to anyone before, even to the point where, when I’ve tried to introduce him to my uncle, he’s made me look fucking nuts by not becoming visible. I still don’t think Magnus believes me that he’s real.
“Holy shit,” Loki suddenly exclaims, “Your pants are smoking.”
His exclamation gains the attention of the others.
“Why thank you, Loki, you’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, grinning and knowing that the line doesn’t entirely work. I’m still hoping it's enough of a distraction, though.
“I, er, what?” He stutters, making the guys laugh and Storm scowl.
Fortunately, we arrive at the locker room, and Loki seems too flustered to remember that my pants were smoking. Instead of going to their own lockers, everyone follows me to mine.
“Erm, you guys might want to step back,” I warn them.
“Last time you said that something blew up,” Reaper replies, raising his eyebrow.
“Exactly.” I grin, and their eyes widen as they all back right up.
