Please, he found himself begging. Just … no talking. I only want to touch you. Please.
‘No. They’re symbolic to the dark beings.’I shut my eyes, reminding myself not to be exasperated at his answer. Considering I knew nothing about the dark beings, that hardly meant anything.
We had reached the fountain and Kaspar sat down on the edge, patting the stone rim beside him. I sat down, convincing myself to have the guts to get answers.‘What are the Dark He**ines?’He turned to me, back straight, eyes wide and mouth agape. His eyes burnt black for a split-second. ‘Who told you about that?’ he demanded.
My mind raced, trying to find a plausible excuse. I couldn’t tell him about the dreams; not if his father might find out. ‘No one. I heard some people talking inside about how the Athenea had found the first Sag-e-an girl or something.’ I sounded the word ‘Sagean’ out, barely remembering how the rogue had pronounced it in my dream.He relaxed a little, but alertness and curiosity continued to burn in his eyes. ‘Sagean. Spelt with an A, pronounced with an E. Sage-en,’ he repeated, breaking it down into sounds.
‘Sage … en.’ I attempted to imitated him, but found it difficult to make the same sound he did when he pronounced the last two letters.
The corners of his lips upturned slightly. ‘Do you know who you overheard? Because no one but the council is supposed to know, let alone talk about it.’For some reason, he found himself dropping his eyes, as if he had done something he should be ashamed of. She’s pregnant, Miss Aurora. It’s not mine.
The rest of the story was communicated silently—and the funny thing was, she didn’t seem totally shocked.Are you sure? she asked in a low tone.
That’s what she said. And when I confronted him? It was in his face.Miss Aurora stared straight ahead, her brow furrowed so low, he could no longer see her eyes. God will punish him.