All Chapters of Zeda And The Four Princes Of Shadowbrook Academy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was only when Kodak stepped in cautiously that Ted and Brad finally gained the courage to approach Torvin.Together, the three of them managed to wrestle Torvin away from the bleeding Murphy, who now sported a rapidly blackening eye and a clearly broken nose.“Fuck off,” Torvin spat, his chest heaving, as he gestured violently toward the exit when Murphy stumbled to his feet.“You’re gonna kick me out because of a little misunderstanding?” Murphy looked genuinely shocked and betrayed. “Come on, bro, we can sort this out.”“Get the hell out of my crib before I lose my shit,” Torvin roared, taking a threatening step forward.“You’ve already done that, man,” Ted sighed, and Brad snickered nervously.“No, I haven’t,” Torvin threw Ted a lethal glare. “He’d be dead already if I did.”Ted swallowed hard, knowing Torvin meant it. Murphy knew it, too. He let out a heavy, ragged sigh, clutched his nose, and stumbled out of the house.Zeda didn’t realize she had been crying until Torvin turne

Zeda and Carrie were twelve minutes late when they arrived at the administration building for the meeting.Zeda's heart pounded frantically as they entered the elevator that took them up to the conference room.Her eyes quickly scanned the large room as they hesitated shyly at the door.At the head of the polished obsidian table, as usual, sat Mr. Percival. To his right were Mrs. Amelia, Sloan, Christie, Ava, and Adrian. To his left were Vyr, Draven, Rylan, Kodak, and Torvin. Everyone was assembled. Everyone, of course, except Lucian.“Zeda, Carrie, please come on in,” Mr. Percival beckoned with a calm, understanding smile.“Sorry we’re late, sir,” Carrie apologized quickly.“No offense taken. It’s an impromptu meeting,” he replied graciously.Zeda felt the weight of every eye on her as she tried to choose a seat. There were fifteen chairs in total, with four unoccupied: the last two after Adrian, the one separating the vampires and werewolves, and the one after Torvin. Zeda chuckle

“Does anyone have anything to say?” Mr. Percival asked, his gaze sweeping around the table. “Questions? Suggestions? Contributions?”“Yes, sir.” Kodak leaned forward. “Will fourteen of us be enough to get the job done?”“We are thirteen, actually. I am just directing the team,” Mr. Percival corrected. “And the answer to your question is yes, thirteen of you can get the job done. I made sure to assemble twelve of the most powerful students, plus Mrs. Amelia as the team leader. That’s three from each kingdom, except the Demon, because,” he gestured toward Lucian, “there is only one.”“The Witches are just two,” Christie pointed out, her expression suggesting a clear inequality.“Plus Mrs. Amelia, the team leader, makes three,” Mr. Percival countered patiently.“Oh.”“Dumb,” Carrie muttered loud enough for the table to hear, and others chuckled. Zeda made sure her laugh was the loudest. Christie shot her a dark glare.“The most powerful?” Sloan echoed Mr. Percival’s words, slanting Zeda

“I totally don’t get it,” Zeda sighed to Carrie the next day.Out of sheer curiosity, she had scrolled through Lucian’s profile. To her amazement, all their pictures and videos together he had posted on their date were still proudly displayed. He hadn’t uploaded any recent posts since the party, either.She had also stumbled across online campus posts complaining that he hadn't turned up for rehearsals with his music crew since that night, had canceled performances at Dynamite, barely went to classes, and instead only rode his bike these days.“I can’t help but think Lucian really likes you, because I don't see any other logical reason why he would still have those pictures on his profile, let alone use one as his screensaver, even after you broke up,” Carrie said, voicing the obvious.In one of the posts about Lucian, Zeda had spotted a comment saying he hadn't been his usual self since the party and that it must be because of the breakup with Zeda. The comment, surprisingly, had a f

“Adrian,” Zeda called out as he opened the door to the room he had chosen. Adrian turned to look at her, his expression a mix of skepticism and irritation.She walked up to him while the remaining people still picking rooms glanced at them curiously before disappearing inside.“Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you quickly before you…” she gestured to the door, which he still held open.He sighed, shut the door, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Get on with it.”“I was thinking about the mission tomorrow,” she said, nervously playing with her fingers. “I can’t afford to head into danger without any idea how to defend myself. I was hoping you could teach me something, anything, or tell me about the opposition that could help me face them. Maybe we could even have a quick training session if you’re not busy.”“Nothing can be done now to prepare you for the mission tomorrow. All you have to do is stick with me tomorrow,” Adrian stated flatly.“Stick with you?” Zeda frowned, disappointe