Page 37 of Resurgent

“I always intend to.”

“Mattey—”

He grins. “Fine. I promise to text.”

He pulls me into a quick hug before heading out, and I watch through the window as he disappears down the path. Tyr's massive silhouette crosses overhead a moment later, his wings cutting across the sky.

I breathe easier…For about five minutes.

Then I start pacing. Around the kitchen, through the living room, back and forth between the front door and the windows. All the while, Korr watches me from the couch, saying nothing. I check the clock, then my phone.

“He should be home by now.”

“Why don’t you just ask Tyr where they are?”

“Because I’m trying not to be crazy about this.”

"Good, glad we're keeping calm and not wearing pacing paths into my floors."

I shoot Hunter a sharp glare and pace another lap.

“He could've stopped somewhere.”

“Could have.”

“Or something could've happened.”

“Annalise—Just. Ask. Tyr…or call Reyes.”

My fingers curl around my phone.

“I just—”

Tyr's presence suddenly brushes against mine, warm and steady. “All clear.”

My shoulders drop, and I close my eyes for a second. “Thank you.”

A second later, my phone chimes. I know it’s Mattey, but still I practically crush my phone as I try to unlock it.

Matt: Home safe. Told you I'd text.

A laugh escapes me, half relief and half exasperation.

“He's home!”

Korr studies me for a long moment before something shifts in his expression. “Good. Now, go get your gun and meet me out back in five.”

I blink. “What?”

His mouth curves into the faintest hint of a smirk. “You need to work out some of this energy, and I'm pretty fucking interested to see what you can do.”

And just like that, every thought about Markson, the tracks, and whatever the hell is stalking the academy grounds disappears beneath one very dangerous thought.

Korr is going to train me.

“Damnit! I can’t do this!” The words rip out of me as I stare at the barely clipped target pinned to the tree fifty yards ahead, a target I can unfortunately see far too clearly thanks to the light runes practically spotlighting my failure.

“You’re rushing your trigger pull before you’re set.”