“She’s kind and caring,” Jarred added.Marc snorted at that, but stilled when Jarred glared at him.“When the two of you went ballistic on her, she stood up for you, because she didn’t want to cause a rift between us.Only reason I’ve been talking to you idiots this last week, by the way.”
“You—what?”Irishen gasped.He had heard about the breakup that wasn’t a breakup, like the rest of Tracthesian Academy, but apparently, there was more.There always was when Powerhouses were involved.He should have known better.
Marc ignored him and Jarred, but Irishen felt Hellion tense against him and then push up to his feet.
“I don’t think we know anything for certain,” he said.“I really think we need to find out.”
Of course, he did.Hellion couldn’t stand being left in the dark, no matter what his poking brought to light.Irishen wanted to object.To tell him to let it be.Let her come to him, but he bit back the words.Hellion wouldn’t listen, on this, he never had.
“No.”The word came out of Jarred with such force that it halted all movement in the room.“You will not go digging, Hellion,” he said, and then moved his glare to Marc and then Sinister.“Neither will you two.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”Sinister asked, clearly curious.
“How well are things going with Rosaliz?”Jarred replied with a raised brow.Sinister’s face closed off in an instant, and he shook his head.
“Point taken,” he said and walked out of the room.
“But what if—”
Jarred cut Marc off, too, “What if what?What gives you the right to go tearing through her life when at no point has she posed any threat to anyone?”
“We don’t know that,” Hellion growled.Cursing himself, Irishen spoke up.
“Even if she’s an assassin sent to kill you, you won’t do any good poking at it.”
“You think she’s—”
“No!”Irishen felt exasperated.It was like hitting his head into a wall time and time again.“I’m saying, no matter what or who she is, if you value even a shred of the relationship you had, you let her tell you.You don’t tear into something you have no idea—” He cut himself off.“Never mind.Ilijas, she’s stable?”
“Yes,” the healer replied quietly.
“Can I do anything else for her?”
“No.She needs rest and time.”
“Right, then I’m getting out of here.”He looked at Jarred.“Take care of her?Or get her over to Di.They’ll keep an eye on her.”
“Sure,” Jarred replied carefully.Justin nodded at him, letting him know he’d let him know if something went too badly off the rails.Maybe.Not waiting for the things to devolve further, when he really had no say in the matter, Irishen walked out without a backward glance.
Chapter 47 – Wave
WhenWaveopenedhereyes, she didn’t know where she was.Nothing looked familiar in the ceiling.After a moment of thinking, she realized she didn’t know the date or time either.Based on how hollow her stomach felt, it could be weeks from her little show.
Her next assessment assured her that at least she wasn’t chained.And the bed was actually pretty comfortable and clean.So was the t-shirt she was wearing.She sniffed hard and almost smiled.Jarred.
But mixed in with that were other scents that she didn’t know.Wave frowned and carefully turned her head to look around.
Her head started to pound the moment she moved it, and a pitiful whine broke free.In fact, everything ached, and not in a fun way.Still, considering her last memories, she felt remarkably good.
Testing out her limbs, Wave moved them one by one.Everything worked, it just wasn’t fun to sit up.Still, she managed it.The change in position told her she needed to use the bathroom immediately.Where the fuck was she?
The door opened when she was halfway up to her feet.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jarred said and rushed over to catch her.“What are you doing up?”
“I need to pee,” Wave whispered, her mouth dry.
“All right, let me carry you,” Jarred said and then did just that.Once she was in a small, but very clean bathroom, he stepped outside, and Wave heard him call for Marc and Ilijas.
