"My… my house?" I choked out."Yes, little sky, your house." Ali nodded hesitantly and I could tell that he was watching me as my expression faltered and crumbled to complete distress.Memories of six years ago flooded my mind instantly and I knew exactly what he had meant. He had meant that we could use the house that I used to live in. The house that I used to live in with my now deceased parents. If I went back there, I knew that memories of how life used to be back then would consume me and I would probably break down into a total mess the same way that I had done on the first day that I was back at the Academy after having had the talk with Martin in his office.I wasn't sure if I could handle another break down again so soon. I hadn't even considered the idea, the possibility, that they had kept my parents' house empty. I would have thought that after such a long time they would have remodelled it to cater for other visitors or royals in this school. I hadn't once thought about
"You didn't get into trouble with the Headmaster already, did you?" a familiar voice commented in amusement from behind me and I whirled around in surprise.Well speak of the devil. I had been so absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't even notice him approach me."Why do you ask?" I frowned, wondering why he would ask such a thing."Apparently you were being escorted by Jenson and Maxwell to his office earlier. You didn't answer my question.""I'm not in trouble. He just had something that he wanted to ask me.""Oh really? It's not that usual for the Headmaster to need to personally ask a student something.""It wasn't really anything that serious. He just wanted to make sure that honestly nothing happened during that little trip of ours.""That was it?""I might be a trouble maker, Ozera, but even I won't be stupid enough to do something too serious so soon. Not if I want to have any chances of staying at this place long term.""I've been meaning to ask, but you seem to be quite c
"What do you mean by that?" I nearly screamed."It is almost impossible to keep someone like you a secret, Kai. It was only a matter of time before talk about you reached the ears of the court.""But why?" I ran my hands through my hair. "Why would they care?""If you were merely a student who excelled in combat, usually it wouldn't stir up this much interest, but you are much more than that, especially after today when talk of how many marks you have received reaches court.""Again, why does it matter?""Because you are the dhampir that was found by chance in the city having had no real training as a guardian-to-be and yet you have taken down more Strigoi than many fully fledged guardians twice your age. Within days you had built up a powerful reputation for yourself here at the Academy, but by now, you have a reputation amongst the royal court, Kai. The number of calls that I've received asking about you has been rising like the tide ever since this morning when you guys got back."
"You know, guys, four against one really isn't terribly fair." I called out casually as I stepped out of the shadows and approached them.All four sets of eyes immediately landed on me and the Moroi smiled lustfully at me. His bright green eyes seemed to shine in the slightly darkness in the shadow of the trees and I had a sneaking suspicion that he might have been trying to charm me but it wasn't working one bit. I simply brushed his lustful smile aside. It wasn't anything I hadn't seen directed at me before, especially since I worked at a club for the past two years and this guy's smile was nothing like the intense one that Eric was capable of giving.I stepped up to the passed out dhampir and crouched down to have a good look at him. I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and poked his face a few times. He was out for the count good and proper and I grinned up at Christian. "You knocked him out good." I commented."He was asking for it," he scoffed. There was confusion in his eyes
The house looked just as I had remembered it. Calling it a house wasn't quite right. It was more of a cottage than anything else. Faded red bricks; dark tiled roof; white framed windows; bright yellow door that looked as out of place as ever; and the white picket fence made up the home that I remembered.Leaning closer to the fence, I could still make out the scribbles that I'd etched onto the painted wood as a child to make my mark on the place. The wooden post that I used to train with still stood proudly just past the fence. I could still see the parts of the post that lost a little of its shape because I had hit it so many times. Then there were the monkey bars. Now those were pure evil. I remembered falling and injuring myself so many times. This irritating contraption sent me to Rosette far more times than anything else did because every time I fell, I always managed to land on something at an odd angle.A smile spread across my face when my eyes landed on the wood stump we used
"What annual trip?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was an annual trip? Excitement rose like the tide and I waited impatiently for him to reply."There's an annual end of year trip for the year group about to bog down into their studies and really have to get their act together for the last two years leading up to graduation. It's always been a tradition here." Martin explained to me."That means my year group, right?" I asked, just to clarify it."Yes. You will be attending the annual trip for the sophomores." Martin clarified.I squealed and jumped up in delight. "Yes! There's a trip! I always love trips, they're always so much fun and so much to do and oh wow breathe…" I gushed."Okay, now you're starting to resemble a teenage girl." Ali commented with a chuckle. "Glad to see that that stage in life wasn't lost on you.""Of course I'm a teenage girl, Ali, what the heck do I look like to you?""Honestly? A hot chick that's way too mature for her age," he replied without
"Kai!" Martin snapped, clapping his hands together in front of my face to drag me out of my panicking.I blinked at him. "What?""What are you panicking about this time?""Everything?" I replied meekly."Go through one thing at a time."I stared at them for a moment and realised that I was being surrounded by grownups. Even Ali wasn't a kid anymore like I was back then. I felt a little isolated, but knew that I was in good hands so I wasn't too worried."Well, I just didn't quite think about the severity of what would happen once the truth got out. I mean, I might say that I prefer to have people know me for who I am rather than me as a royal, but I guess I never really took into account how such a secret might affect them after it gets out. My friends are going to be seriously shocked, I know that much, but it's impossible to tell how they'll react. And well… hearing that Ozera thought so highly of the Ivashkov princess six years ago, it makes me think that I want him to be the last
"Um… is there something on my face or something?" I stammered nervously."No…" Dan trailed off with a somewhat breathy voice. "It's just, it was a little unexpected.""What was?" I frowned, not understanding what he was talking about."Your smile." Drew said, surprise still gleaming in his eyes."What about it? I've smiled before." I commented a little defensively to hide my own embarrassment."But not like that." Dan shook his head. "And if you have, we've definitely never seen it.""Even if I haven't, was there really a need to stare like that?""I wish we had a camera. Jackson and Quinn are going to be so jealous.""A camera? Really? Is that necessary." I grimaced at the suggestion. It wasn't like I held an immense hatred of having my picture taken, after all, I've had to deal with it over the past year or so as a singer, but during my everyday life, I wasn't particularly fond of cameras. "Anyway, you guys forgot to answer my question. Is Trace going to the dinner as well?""I'm no