bag.
“Here’s your breakfast,” she said, shoving it at me.
I nearly dropped the straightening iron that I’d been running through my hair as I grabbed for the bag. Peering inside, I made a face at the contents and threw it onto my bed. “I hate eggs. Why can’t I get my own breakfast?”
Plus, Cedee’s egg assault was enough of a turn-off.
Veritas gave me a look of disapproval. “You have a visitor at eight. After that you go straight to first period.”
Misha whipped her head around, smearing her lip gloss a little. “Is it that Parla douchebag? God, I hope it is. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind.”
Veritas was clearly offended by Misha’s choice of words for the Parla, but instead of saying anything, she simply grimaced. “I cannot disclose the identity of the visitor. However, I can tell you that Katerina will be meeting her alone.”
“What?” Misha’s face fell. “That’s not fair. This my room, too.”
“Yes, but this has nothing to do with you,” Veritas said firmly. “You need to leave. Now.”
A look I knew very well passed across Misha’s face. It was the one she got when things weren’t going her way. Unfortunately, Veritas was just as stubborn as Misha was and it was pretty obvious that leniency wasn’t a word Veritas was familiar with.
“Tell me everything,” Misha said, wrapping a scarf around her neck. “Do not leave a single detail out, okay?”
Once I assured her of this, she left the room, still sulking. Veritas paused in the doorway and looked back at me with dislike etched into every inch of her face. “We were told to give you some alone time with your visitor, so Loire will not be here until 8:30. Do not, under any circumstances, do anything stupid. Is that clear?”
When I nodded my affirmation, Veritas seemed satisfied enough to leave. I felt immediate relief from being out of Veritas’ company. For whatever reason, she genuinely seemed to dislike me. Maybe it was because I was under suspicion of killing one of her kind, or maybe it was something else entirely.
Either way, when Veritas wasn’t around, I felt the tension uncoil in the pit of my stomach. Though I didn’t love Tyrone and Loire, they didn’t have that effect on me. For all I cared, I’d be perfectly happy never laying eyes on her again.
As I slumped down on my bed, it occurred to me that this was the only time I’d truly been alone since I’d come back to school. Of course, that was about to change with the arrival of my visitor, whoever it was.
My mind went through the many possibilities of who my visitor could be. Misha’s words about the Parla haunted me; I really hoped he wasn’t the one making the house call. Maybe it was another Parla. Maybe they had decided to prosecute me after all, but they had no reason to do that. I had been behaving myself.
I was starting to feel uneasy about this whole thing. I needed to get myself together. The reality of what I had left behind was really sinking in. There was so much school work to catch up on. Our mid-terms, which we took before Christmas break, were less than two months away and it was difficult to get into the right state of mind to study.
Not to mention that I had yet to find any leads on the Mortal Blade. The possibility of being imprisoned loomed over my head like a suspended guillotine, waiting to fall. My random searches around the school were going nowhere and there were absolutely no leads to follow.
To make matters worse, every time I saw Talon with Cedee, it tore me apart. I tried not to let it get to me, but it was hard seeing him with someone else. Especially when that someone was a total bitch.
A knock at the door jarred me from my thoughts, and I sprang up to open it. An older, shorter version of me stood outside. We were almost identical except for her blue eyes and the cleft on her chin. She was dressed in a traditional bodyguard’s uniform—black pants and a black jacket decked with medals. The belt around
“Here’s your breakfast,” she said, shoving it at me.
I nearly dropped the straightening iron that I’d been running through my hair as I grabbed for the bag. Peering inside, I made a face at the contents and threw it onto my bed. “I hate eggs. Why can’t I get my own breakfast?”
Plus, Cedee’s egg assault was enough of a turn-off.
Veritas gave me a look of disapproval. “You have a visitor at eight. After that you go straight to first period.”
Misha whipped her head around, smearing her lip gloss a little. “Is it that Parla douchebag? God, I hope it is. I’d like to give him a piece of my mind.”
Veritas was clearly offended by Misha’s choice of words for the Parla, but instead of saying anything, she simply grimaced. “I cannot disclose the identity of the visitor. However, I can tell you that Katerina will be meeting her alone.”
“What?” Misha’s face fell. “That’s not fair. This my room, too.”
“Yes, but this has nothing to do with you,” Veritas said firmly. “You need to leave. Now.”
A look I knew very well passed across Misha’s face. It was the one she got when things weren’t going her way. Unfortunately, Veritas was just as stubborn as Misha was and it was pretty obvious that leniency wasn’t a word Veritas was familiar with.
“Tell me everything,” Misha said, wrapping a scarf around her neck. “Do not leave a single detail out, okay?”
Once I assured her of this, she left the room, still sulking. Veritas paused in the doorway and looked back at me with dislike etched into every inch of her face. “We were told to give you some alone time with your visitor, so Loire will not be here until 8:30. Do not, under any circumstances, do anything stupid. Is that clear?”
When I nodded my affirmation, Veritas seemed satisfied enough to leave. I felt immediate relief from being out of Veritas’ company. For whatever reason, she genuinely seemed to dislike me. Maybe it was because I was under suspicion of killing one of her kind, or maybe it was something else entirely.
Either way, when Veritas wasn’t around, I felt the tension uncoil in the pit of my stomach. Though I didn’t love Tyrone and Loire, they didn’t have that effect on me. For all I cared, I’d be perfectly happy never laying eyes on her again.
As I slumped down on my bed, it occurred to me that this was the only time I’d truly been alone since I’d come back to school. Of course, that was about to change with the arrival of my visitor, whoever it was.
My mind went through the many possibilities of who my visitor could be. Misha’s words about the Parla haunted me; I really hoped he wasn’t the one making the house call. Maybe it was another Parla. Maybe they had decided to prosecute me after all, but they had no reason to do that. I had been behaving myself.
I was starting to feel uneasy about this whole thing. I needed to get myself together. The reality of what I had left behind was really sinking in. There was so much school work to catch up on. Our mid-terms, which we took before Christmas break, were less than two months away and it was difficult to get into the right state of mind to study.
Not to mention that I had yet to find any leads on the Mortal Blade. The possibility of being imprisoned loomed over my head like a suspended guillotine, waiting to fall. My random searches around the school were going nowhere and there were absolutely no leads to follow.
To make matters worse, every time I saw Talon with Cedee, it tore me apart. I tried not to let it get to me, but it was hard seeing him with someone else. Especially when that someone was a total bitch.
A knock at the door jarred me from my thoughts, and I sprang up to open it. An older, shorter version of me stood outside. We were almost identical except for her blue eyes and the cleft on her chin. She was dressed in a traditional bodyguard’s uniform—black pants and a black jacket decked with medals. The belt around
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