Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“What did those two have to do with each other besides working in the same place? And who’d hate them so much that they’d kill them in such awful ways? If everyone stopped obsessing over me and actually spent some time answering those questions, Hall and Holly might get the justice they deserve.”
She was quiet studying me. I wasn’t sure if she was buying it. Dagem and my fates sure didn’t. Dagem called Sunella two minutes after dragging me into her office, and demanded the Wind alpha take me away.
Sunella demanded to know what her proof was that I was responsible for the murders. When Dagem gave her a fat load of nothing in response, the woman straight hung up on her. No doubt the ransacking of my room was to find proof, but again, no luck there.
“I should go,” Nia said, then took off without another word.
She was grateful to me for saving her, but the girl didn’t trust me worth a damn.
Good. I’ll need people with sound judgment around after the revolution.
As expected, it took forever to clean my room and put everything back where it belonged. I video-called Lucia during my forced spring cleaning, and propped her against the armchair.
The lovely, pale-skinned, beautiful vicious killer smiled at me with too sharp teeth. “What happened there?” she asked, observing the state of my room. “Failed assassination attempt? Pity.”
“Give it up, bitch. I’m never gonna die.”
She laughed, and the red-dyed tips of her bob brushed the corners of her ruby-red lips. “So what do you want?”
“Just doing my nightly check-in. Am I too late?”
“You almost were, but we’ve got some time.”
“Good. Then, I’m done with you.”
Lucia ducked out of frame, but not before flipping me off. I stayed on a little longer, chattering away, before the abrupt Call End told me she hung up on me.
“Personalities even more rotten than their desiccated souls,” I muttered. “That’s the real reason everyone wants to kill vampires.”
Soon I finished up, changed into my jammies, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed.
My lids fluttered closed.
Bang!
The windows on either side of my bed burst open. Freezing, chilling, whipping, howling winds tore through the space—destroying and upending everything it took me two hours to put right.
“Dammit, Edric!”
Chapter Seven
Istumbled through the halls the next morning, dead on my feet.
Nia wasn’t walking next to me as had become our habit. I would’ve said it was because she still didn’t believe I had nothing to do with Holly’s death, but it was just as likely she was steering clear to stay out of the firing zone.
“Traitorous bitch.” An inkwell came flying at me and soared through my head.
None of it got on me since I was wearing moon clothes. I wouldn’t make the mistake of going out without them again.
“Vamp lover.”
“Psycho.”
“Murderer!”
“Ugh, stop your screeching,” I breezed, letting an entire bookbag sail through my body. “Werewolf, remember? I can hear you just fine.”
That set everyone off. Half the alpha class shouted, cursed, and threw things at me as I lazily walked past and ducked into homeroom.
Walking in, I took one look around, then turned and walked out.
The knob yanked out of my hand and slammed shut, trapping me inside with them.
“Seriously, you four are really starting to piss me off,” I snapped. “What do you want from me now!”
Nyx chuckled at my outburst. “We just want to talk, Volana. That’s why we encouraged the rest of the class to skip homeroom, and give us some time alone.”
I quirked a brow. Encouraged them? Just how much power did these four minus one have as the chosen? Since when did they have the right to order everyone around?
“Is this about Lucia?” I didn’t move an inch from the door. I stupidly promised Luame I wouldn’t defend myself from these jerks. If they started something, I’d be gone in a second before I was tempted to break that promise. “Would you like to chat her up yourself? That should put an end to your bleating that she can’t possibly be a vampire.”
“No, thank you,” Edric said smoothly, sliding out from behind Mr. Choppino’s—the new homeroom teacher—desk. “You don’t need to prove it. We have no trouble believing you’d sink that low.”
“Well, then, what do you want? Because I’ll tell you right now, we have to stop meeting like this, and I promise you, we fucking will.”
“Oooh,” Nyx hissed, expression pained. “See, that’s the problem right there. You keep talking and walking around here like you’re in charge.”
“And you’re not,” Orion finished, eyes hidden behind the glare coming off his glasses. “But we believe you, Volana. Between being the mother wolf and stashing that video away with a vampire, you’ve made yourself all but untouchable.”
“We understand that we can’t threaten you with Dagem, the council, or any of those weak-ass pussies,” Edric dropped, pinging my gaze back to him.