All Chapters of OF HEIRS AND RUIN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It was just getting dark outside. I watched with interest as Martina did the last swirl of white polish onto the green she had earlier painted my toes.Marti had noticed my mood when I returned from the café looking rattled. She had gotten used to my evasiveness whenever she asked questions, sometimes I worried she would begin to withdraw.For now she took the cue and suggested a mani-pedi which I wholeheartedly accepted. It would distract me from everything.We laughed about Kate and the story about two boys getting stuck all night in the library doing…you know what.“Are you hungry? Cos I am” Marti asked, packing up her nail kit.“Yeah. What do you have in mind?”“Eat out?”she grimaced ,waiting for my response.I snorted, “sure, sure.”Soon we were on our way out of campus.We arrived at a restaurant Marti had suggested, and settled at a table. The menu was mouth watering, we quickly picked two meals and a dessert.Halfway through, Marti glances at her phone and gets up to use the

ADRIAN’S POVShe was still a light as she used to be. The last time he had picked her up like this was when they were still best friends in high school. ‘Shoulder Jail’ they called it. He’d scoop her and throw over his shoulders when she was being adamant on doing otherwise. Then things were easier and lighter. Now, he told himself he was only doing it because she was being annoying.Right now Adrian was conflicted about Keira and her presence at Blackthorn. He was caught between resenting her for what he thought her father had done, and deep down believing, like she said, that certain things were amiss, and there was a slight chance that her father had been innocent. He pushed those thoughts away.They both wouldn’t be attending this lecture. She pounded her fists on his back, while he carried her the rest of the way, out the door.“You bloody sucker!” Keira groaned, “Put me down right now!”Adrian kept on moving. He took a turn and another. When he had gotten them far out of sight,

ADRIAN’S POVSweat poured Adrian’s face while he worked hard at the bench press. He placed the weight down, and reached for his face towel.His phone began ring. He reached for it checking the caller. He slid to answer.“Yeah?” He said.“You’ve been summoned for a sitting with the council.“Time?”There was a pause on the other end of the call. Adrian noticed.“In an hour.”“Alright. I’ll be there.”The call ended.What could be so important, the elders had to summon an impromptu meeting in an hour, he thought as he made his way to shower. His mind went back to Keira.Soon, he arrived at Blackthorn, making his way to the building that belonged to the Circle.Eva, the receptionist who was always at the front desk waved at him.“Welcome Mr Voss.” She said in a chirpy tone and too big a smile.Adrian gave a small one back.“To what do I owe the grace of your presence today?” She asked, pouting crimson lips, while also leaning over the counter. Her breasts threatened to spill from the tig

My eyes flew open, as I sat up suddenly, panting and struggling to catch my breath. cold sweat covered me.Since my discovery about my father’s involvement in the Circle, my mind had been a pungent mess. Questions, and more questions threatened to spill out of every pore in my body. Father wasn’t here for me to ask any.The chaos of my mind followed me into dreams.Marti sitting at her study desk turned to look at me, a worried look spread across her face.“You were mumbling and turning in your sleep.” She said.“I’m sorry.” I said, my eyes traveling to the digital clock that sat on my own desk. It read 2:34am. I looked back at her, “I’m sorry for interrupting you.” She looked like had been studying.She quickly shook her head.“You were having a nightmare.” She said. “I noticed you’ve been having them a lot more recently.”I took my eyes away from hers. She had noticed, shame gnawed at me. In a breeze Marti sat beside me in bed.“Are you alright Keira?” She asked. “You can talk to me

At the entrance, the door boy pushed open the glass door for me to walk through. Inside was ornately decorated. Comfortable chairs surrounded tables covered in fine and luxurious looking material. It wasn’t where father had sat.My eyes swept the room, it was sparsely occupied by people. I was approached by a waiter.“Welcome to Berry-monte mam. Do you have a reservation?”“Thank you, and no, I don’t.” I replied.“That’s just fine, come with me.”I followed him behind as he led me towards another section. The lump in my throat remained. I was led through an archway that had realistic looking vines draping from it. The archway led into another section of the restaurant that wasn’t visible from the entrance. I sighted the line of cubicles immediately. A small hope ignited itself in me–at least I was not here for nothing. Fortunately that was where the waiter led me.I wasn’t really hungry, but I still went through the menu and ordered something. I had to look to anyone who was watching,