Page 28 of Black Onyx
Chapter Eight
Farren
“What are you guys muttering about?” Loki asks curiously.
“Crypt. As I said, I run it. I can’t do it from here, but my second in command can take over in my absence. I’ll still have to return occasionally though. The assassin that came after Farren was one of mine, but I didn’t issue the order. So, I need to go back and see how that happened and if there are more that we need to be aware of.”
“Is there anything we can do?” Mayhem asks, a concerned frown on his face.
“Just be on the lookout, and I’d suggest keeping some weapons up here. The people after me are extremely well trained. They managed to get through the so-called stellar security here at the academy.” I point out.
Storm snorts, and everyone ignores him.
“We can do that,” Reaper readily agrees before he narrows his eyes at Killian, “are you sure you want to enrol here? It seems like Crypt needs you. We all know that it’s not a small group of assassins you’re running.”
The others shoot him warning looks, but Reaper just keeps his gaze steadfastly on Killian.
Killian sighs heavily, and I see disappointment cross the other men’s features. “As much as a part of me would like to stay in the shadows and run Crypt, it’s out of my control, and this is where I need to be for now. This is how it was always meant to be,” he finishes cryptic as always.
“Even with the trouble it will cause with your father?” Mayhem asks.
“It’ll be worth it,” Killian replies with finality, his eyes on me.
“Right, that settles it then. Let’s go and get you enrolled, let the spear choose who your team is and then get on with the day.” Storm orders.
“Er mate, all lessons are over for the day,” Rival calls after him, and he pauses his hand on the door. He shakes his head and then pulls it open, stomping through it and expecting us to follow.
“I knew you were going to be fucking trouble,” I hear him mutter and raise my eyebrow.
“How in the fuck is this my fault?”
“Well, the guy was here to kill you,” Loki points out with a shrug.
“Well, cheers, dude,” I grumble, and he grins, swinging an arm around my shoulders as we follow a still cursing Storm.
“You know I’m only joking,” he replies.
“I know, and it is true, so I can’t really get mad.”
“Where does Poca go when he’s not here?” Rival suddenly asks.
“I don’t actually know. He just shows up when he feels like it and then disappears when he gets bored. He’s always there when I need him though.”
“Huh, that’s interesting. Have you asked him?”
“I used to bug him about it all the time, but he never gave me an answer, so I stopped asking,” I reply as we get to the Headmaster's office and Storm pushes his way inside without knocking.
“Storm, I’m surprised to see you here. I’m afraid I haven’t had any of my contacts get back to me about breaking the bond yet,” the Headmaster apologises and all of the men surrounding me tense.
When it comes to the others, I’d like to think that it’s because they don’t want the bond broken, at least not anymore, but I know for sure that Storm’s tense shoulders are because he wants me gone as soon as fucking possible.
“You want to break the warrior bond?” Killian growls as he moves from the back of our group and out of sight of the Headmaster to confront his brother, his tail whipping out and smacking Storm.
“Killian?” The Headmaster exclaims, his tone shocked.
Killian completely ignores him as he crosses his arms over his broad chest and stares down at his brother. Who surprisingly looks slightly uncomfortable as he rubs the spot on his stomach where Kill’s tail got him, before the sneer I’m used to seeing when he talks about me darkens his features.
“She’s a liability,” he growls, knowing full well that he can’t exactly call me inexperienced anymore.
