My heart skipped a beat as I read.
My temper fed off her nervousness, creating a sick sensation in my gut. Because it’s time to get back. You’ve wasted enough of the day doing something as pointless as running. I snapped my fingers. Let’s go. Now.Her eyes filled with rebellion. She looked back to the hill, chewing her lip.
I moved forward, ready to pounce and drag her back to the Hall. Ms. Weaver— I inched closer.This—it can’t be real. No one could be this diabolical.You’re wrong. The Hawks can.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Quiet. Looking back up, I demanded, Say goodbye. We’re leaving, and I doubt you’ll be allowed back up here.Her mouth twisted with black amazement. You…I don’t have any words for what I think about you. How sick you make me.
Good. I don’t want words. I want to leave. Storming forward, I grabbed her elbow, yanking her away from the cemetery.
No! she screamed, scratching my hand and backpedalling. A huge wave of anguish buffeted me. Everything she felt poured from her like a tsunami. I stood, unable to move as it drowned me.Stop asking questions. Splaying my hand on the doors, I pushed them open.
Her gaze went wide, sweeping around the large space. The solar was masculine in both use and décor, and frankly, rather drab. Heavy oak panels, with carved hawks and feather wreaths, covered the ceiling. The walls were gold-gilded leather, oppressing the space with dark brown while the carpet was blood red.Slouchy black couches rested in clusters, some by the huge fireplace, and others by the lead-light window. An oversize coffee table took centre place with thick glass imprisoning the bleached bones of my father’s old dog, Wrathbone.
A slow clap filled the space. Daniel smirked, his eyes locking onto Nila. You didn’t get lost after all. Pity, I’d just volunteered to be the search party.My spine locked. Shit, not only had my father decided to be present for this, but he’d invited Kes and Daniel, too. The thought of Daniel seeing me around Nila both enraged and terrified.