Even if he was trying to invite himself in again, I wouldn’t let him.
I tossed and turned, before peeking again. Still nothing.
Shit, I felt pathetic. Luckily for me, no one else got to witness my own dumb behavior. I turned again, closing my eyes as I took a deep determined breath. No more.
CHAPTER
31
Rays of light found their way into my room.
My eyelids were heavy, it took a lot of effort to even peek through.
The room was quiet, empty. I lifted my head slowly, searching the space around me. A part of me was sure that Malakai would’ve broken in during the night, if only to taunt me or invade my privacy as he always seemed to enjoy.
I stretched, feeling rested and relaxed, and began changing into my leathers again. Today was my last trial. My peace was broken when a knock sounded at my door.
“I’m awake,” I shot out, but the knocking didn’t stop. The harness above my shirt clicked together, before I made my way towards the door and swung it open. “What?”
“Morning to you too,” Nate snorted at my edged tone.
“Sorry.”
“Look, I can’t find Lionel or Eve, and the Lieutenant doesn’t answer his door, so I don’t know if he ignores me?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I snickered teasingly at him.
“Oh you think this is funny?” Nate furrowed his brows. “Well, the rest of us aren’t safe here, we’re theungifted.”
My smile evaporated. “Stop it. You’re safe, Michlael won’t lay a hand on any of you.”
“Well,” Nate nodded slowly. “That’s one good thing, but where have the others gone, then?”
“Sure they haven’t gone to breakfast without us? Or maybe gone for a stroll outside to explore more?” I stepped out and closed the door tightly behind me, forcing Nate to back away.
“Why would they?” Nate asked, worry lingering in his voice, before he lowered it. “They hate mages.”
“Go wake the others, I’ll check Mal—… I mean the Lieutenant,” I pressed my lips together, ignoring Nate’s raised brow as I passed him.
I stopped outside the room he had exited yesterday, took a deep breath for some reason, as I knocked.
Nothing.
Well, what had I expected? That he’d swing the door open simply because my knock sounded different than Nate’s?
“Malakai?” I tried, but kept my voice low.
Still nothing.
My hand landed on the handle, and to my surprise the door was unlocked. Slowly it slid open.
“Excuse me for intruding,” I muttered, trying to make it feel less awkward to barge into his room.
But to my surprise, the room was empty, the bed had been made, perhaps never even touched?
Next to the small nightstand was his bag, but something on the table caught my eyes. I stepped closer and reached my hand out.
A wooden carved cat.
