Students walked around him without a glance. They couldn’t see him. She slowed her pace, and he walked deeper into the busy courtyard, disappearing around the corner.
She followed him.
He stood, arms casually at his side, staring up at a stone statue of King Primus. This was not the friend of her father, not the man who she had seen wine and dine at her house over the summer. This was a High Lord, with a wartime stance. He wore black Senshi Warriors Armor, tight leather and steel with amethyst stamped embellishments.
The finest uniform a warrior could wear. His tattoos across his neck were still visible, peeking out of the solid silver armor. Across his back a long broad sword was strapped, another hung from his hip. His brown hair was pulled halfway up. It rippled slightly off his shoulders in a breeze that drifted by.
“Qu’est-ce qui se passevraiment?” She asked.
What is really going on?
Reeve glanced down at her, an eyebrow raising.
“Les américains ont décimé le Japon.” he answered in perfect French.
Maeve suspected he spoke many languages.
The Americans decimated Japan, he had said.
“Les immortels? Ou les Magiciens?”
The Immortals? Or the Magicals?She asked.
Reeve’s face tightened slightly. “The humans.”
“What?” Asked Maeve as her mouth fell open. “How many bombs did they drop?”
Reeve rolled his neck, and spoke so quietly Maeve had to strain to here him.
“Just one. So far. Thousands are dead. Not just humans.”
The heat drained from Maeve’s body. One single bomb had disrupted their magic and killed of thousands of people in an instant. That force was as great as their own magic, as powerful as the Supremes that made up their defenses, perhaps even Reeve himself, being “kissed by the Gods” as they said.
“Stop that,” said Reeve softly. “I see your thoughts brewing.”
“Don’t lie to me,” seethed Maeve.
“The situation is under control now,” he replied.
So political.
“What if there are more?”
“I’m sure there are more, but right now they’ve ceased fire.”
“Right now?”
Reeve didn’t answer her. She pressed him further.
“Ou est mon pere,” said Maeve, quietly.
Where is my father?
“Evaluer la situation,” he answered.
Evaluating the situation.
Maeve’s heart was kicking in her chest. “How did you get here? No one can portal-”
