He watched me with amusement, his eyes bright with mirthless mischief.
I backed away from him, slowly, never letting my guard down.
“Do not worry, Anna. I shall make sure we get alone time soon.”
His presence clung to me long after I left the catacombs.
Chapter 21
Don’t Say It
ANNA
Itook Reece to the hospital wing where the nurses quickly put her on an IV. Once they determined the blood on my shirt wasn’t mine, they swiftly kicked me out of the ward. Reece hadn’t said a word to me, like her mind had been switched off. The nurses weren’t interested in hearing what happened, telling me to go to the northernmost tower and report it to Ezreal Kalmont.
It worked out because that was where I was going anyway.
I headed for the tower, my mind calm and still. I rarely saw the popular Raicanya instructor, and aside from my run-in with him, I’d only seen him a few other times. I thought of how many students would be shocked to learn that I was going to his tower for the first time.
The entire mess had infuriated me. While I still got jabs for being the newest femme fatale of my incoming peers, it had died down as the break and ball neared.
My neck twitched, and Malakai holding that goblet in his hand flashed through my mind.
I refused to look at my shirt, to acknowledge what I’d seen.
What kind of freaks were these people? Could Blake know what they were doing down there?
My heart started racing again, and I climbed the steps to the tower.
And Kalmont. Had there been any truth to what Melanie said? Any at all? Had he known my mom here?
When I reached the landing at the top of the tower, I paused, trying to gather my wits. I wasn’t sure what to say because it sounded ridiculous.
But it didn’t matter.
My friend was in the hospital, and these people thought they were getting away with whatever that was.
As I raised my fist to knock on the large arched door, it opened.
I stared, confused as I looked into the bright green eyes of my dorm-mate.
Silky red curls framed Roslyn’s face, her jaw slack as she quickly withdrew her steps upon seeing me.
“Anna!”
Shock clouded her mind, her lips trembling as she searched for words.
“I came to see Ezreal,” I paused, staring at her lip. “Ros, your lip—it’s bleeding.”
She touched her lip, glancing at her fingertip. A deep red flush came over her cheeks.
“Roslyn?” I asked, dread pooling in my abdomen. “Are you alright?”
She bit her lip, sucking on the wound, and refused to look at me
“I… I’m fine,” she stammered.
Slamming the door behind her, she rushed past me.
