Or is it? I'll have to ask Kenzie that, too.
"Tell that to my boner," Bael laughs before offering me his orange juice.
Thirty minutes later, I'm strolling down the hall with them flanking my sides when Everett rounds a corner ahead of us, pausing at the sight of us. His glacial blue eyes zip to me before he quickly looks away with a scowl, straightening his blazer.
"I take it you three ate at the apartment instead of the dining hall. Would've been nice to know. I was just about to start looking for your bodies. There's been a few in Everbound's halls this morning."
"Did you hear that, Si? Snowflake was worried about us," Bael croons.
Everett rolls his eyes. "Die all you want, but don't be late to class."
"How professorial of you," Silas snorts as we descend a long flight of stairs. "Speaking of which, whydidyou return to Everbound as a teacher? Everyone knows you loathed your time here as a student. And you're hardly an academic."
Everett flips him off, clearly having no intention of answering. I'm only half-listening to their conversation as I watch for other legacies in the hallways we traverse. But as we pass an unfamiliar passageway, I sense that the air is thick with fresh death. Backing up and pausing, I tip my head at the sight before me.
Several mutilated corpses are lined up in a row. As I watch, a door opens, and a faculty member drags another lifeless legacy out to line him up. This corpse has pointed ears. They all do, I realize.
I don't realize my matches have joined me until Silas swears creatively and mutters, "Of course, they're going for the fae first. They love that we can't lie. Thosescútráchae."
The faculty member glances up, and her brow furrows. "Please hurry along. You can't be here."
"What the fuck is going on?" Baelfire demands.
She grimaces. "Things have…escalated. The Immortal Quintet has commenced interrogations among students. These legacies all said things which were found to be, uh…treasonous, so they were executed."
I glance at a nearby corpse which looks like it’s been drained of blood. Bytreasonous,she probably means too honest.
"Executions may only take place with the full vote of the Legacy Council," Everett says coldly.
The faculty member wrings her hands. "Y—yes, Mr. Frost, but…as I said, the situation has escalated. I highly suggest getting out of here before you catch the attention of?—"
"Who do we have here?"
We all turn to face the voice, and I find myself looking up at Somnus DeLune. His black eyes settle on me, and his perpetual sneer deepens into disgust. I keep my poker face perfectly intact.
Silas's hand settles gently on my waist, eager to get me out of here. "We were just on our way to class."
Somnus ignores him. "If it isn't his pathetic little slip of a keeper. You're somehow even less impressive up close. But then, that whoreson deserves to be stuck with something so worthless."
"Are you the whore you're referring to? Crypt is your son, after all."
Silas tenses, Baelfire casts me adon't-piss-off-this-guylook, and Everett continues to frostily regard the incubus.
Somnus sneers, showing off his curved fangs. "It was nothing but a few bland pumps in a sub-par cunt, and yet for the rest of time, I'll be plagued by having that unmanageable abomination, thatmistake, referred to as my son. He's nothing but a punishment sent by the gods themselves."
An influx of emotion swirls in my gut, so sharp and sudden that it takes effort not to sneer back at him. I'm not used tothis emotion, but I think I'm…offended. Deeply offended that he would talk about Crypt like this.
Does he verbally abuse his son to his face, too? Has it always been like this for Crypt?
It's decided. I can't wait to kill this one. He's next.
"I would offer you my condolences at having him as a match, but it would be a waste of my breath since a filthy human-born like you can't possibly survive much longer." He passes by us. "Get to class before I decide to kill all four of you."
The door shuts behind him, the faculty member scampers away, and at the gentle urging of Baelfire, I finally unclench my jaw and follow them down the hall.
"Should I be concerned that Crypt has been gone this long?"
Baelfire snorts. "Wherever his keeper-abandoning ass is, I'm sure he's fine."
