LOGINApparently the Gods are cruel enough to give me one monster and then send me directly into the arms of another.
His dark brows pull together. “Maeve?”I step back, but way too fast. My shoulder hits the wall. There is no one else in the hallway. No Seyla. No Luca. No Lyra. No one. Just Callan Ravaryn.The son of the man who murdered my parents. The son of the reason my life ended five years ago. My breath comes faster now and my visions darkens.He takes oThough I wake up at the ass crack of dawn, I feel strangely well rested. As the morning sun begins to rise, golden rays spill across my room. I'd much rather roll over and go back to sleep, but now that I'm awake my brain won't shut off.Why was Callan so gentle last night? Why was Luca angry? How did I manage to aquire four freaking friends? Why am I not dead yet? If I'm such a burden being the traitors daughter, why hasn't anyone just... killed me?Fuck this. I cannot allow myself to sit here and spiral into a dark hole of self pity. I sit up and swing my legs over the bed in one swoop. I pad over to my wardrobe and grab my running gear that I was so graciously gifted to me from this shit ass school. A black sports bra with matching black leggings. Simple, yet effective. Given there are no classes today, I assume the training grounds will be empty. Everyone either sleeping off a hangover, or a bed that doesn't belong to them. It's not a secret that students at Aetherion Academy lov
Apparently the Gods are cruel enough to give me one monster and then send me directly into the arms of another.His dark brows pull together. “Maeve?”I step back, but way too fast. My shoulder hits the wall. There is no one else in the hallway. No Seyla. No Luca. No Lyra. No one. Just Callan Ravaryn.The son of the man who murdered my parents. The son of the reason my life ended five years ago. My breath comes faster now and my visions darkens. He takes one careful step forward. I flinch. He stops immediately.“Maeve,” he says, softer this time. “What happened?”I laugh. Or maybe I choke. I can’t tell.“Stay away from me.”His eyes flick to my wrist. I clutch it harder. Something dark crosses his face.“What did he do?”The question punches through the panic for half a second. Because he knows. Or at least he suspects. And I hate that. I hate that his voice sounds angry. I hate that his eyes
"Enter."The voice on the other side of the door is smooth and calm. Almost kind. Which exactly why I hate it.I push the door open and step inside, schooling my features into something blank and empty. The office is larger than I expected, with tall windows that overlook the academy grounds. Shelves upons shelves of books lining the walls. Everything about this space screams wealth and power.The man behind the desk stands as I enter. Dean Withers.He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep."Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit."I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes."Or stand, if you prefer.""I prefer."He studies me for a moment befo
I drag my feet as the three of us make our way to our class- Bonding 101. Which I supposed it could be a worse class to attend, but that doesn't mean I'm excited. As we walk, Luca and Seyla flank either side of me. It feels like it's been a lifetime since I've had anyone that’s actually given a shit about me. Since my parents and sister were alive. I shove those thoughts back down before I begin to muster 5 years worth of pain I've managed to shove in the deepest darkest parts of my being. When we get to the classroom, I head towards the back of the classroom expecting the twins to take a seat in the front. They don't. They take a seat on either side of me in the back row. Weirdly, having them close is actually comforting as the anxiety begins to grow in my belly. Meeting with the dean today has my stomach in all sorts of knots. But I do needs answers as to why I was thrown into this Gods-forsaken school. As I rummage through my bag, an overly tall blonde man takes the seat on th
The first thing I notice is the sunlight. It's pouring through the narrow window beside my bed, golden and obnoxiously bright.The second thing I notice is that my neck hurts. My head hurts. My face throbs. Everything hurts. The third thing I notice is that there is a boy asleep in the chair beside my bed. I freeze. For one horrifying second, I just stare.His head is tilted back against the wall, dark hair falling into his eyes. One arm hangs off the side of the chair while the other is folded across his stomach.He looks so peaceful while sleeping. Like he can finally relax without a million thoughts taking over. While he holds his goofy demeanor, you can clearly tell the thoughts never stop. I know he holds pain. I can see it every time I look into his eyes. The type of pain he would never admit.My brain takes a full moment to catch up. Then the memories return. Talking. Arguing. Talking some more. Luca flirting and teasing. The stupid stories he'd insisted on telling me. The wa
By the time I make it back to my room, everything hurts. Not in a dramatic way or in a way anyone would notice.Just—everywhere. I shut the door behind me and lean against it for a second, letting the quiet settle in. I slowly slide down the door until I am sitting on the cool floor. I drop my head into my hands.How am I going to survive this? If I don’t find a way to escape, I am certain I will die. And I will be damned if my entrance into Eryndor is caused by this Gods forsaken school.I stand up shakily and move toward the washroom, grabbing a cloth and rinsing it under cold water before pressing it to my lip. It stings. But in a way, it’s grounding. I need to know I’m still here. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and cringe. I look away before I start hating what I'm looking at. I clean the worst of the blood, ignoring the dull ache spreading through my ribs and shoulder. I've had worse. I've had a lot worse.Still, this is different. Not the pain, but the rest of it. T







