All Chapters of Eclipse Academy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Xavier’s POV I leaned back against the sofa, one arm draped lazily across the back cushion while Silas sat beside me flipping through one of the his history books. Whether he was actually reading it or just pretending to, I honestly couldn’t tell. Every few minutes he’d turn a page, then stare out the window like whatever was happening outside was somehow more interesting than ancient magical treaties. Across the suite, Steph was… well… being Steph. She opened the drawer. Then the drawer slammed shut. A zipper zipped. Something clattered against the bathroom counter. A few seconds later she hurried across the living room carrying a stack of folded clothes that nearly reached her chin. “How do you even own that many shirts?” I asked as I shook my head. “They’re called options,” she answered without slowing down. “They’re called laundry.” I let out a small chuckle. She shot me a look over the top of the pile. “I liked you better when you weren’t talking.” Silas chuckled without

Darius’s POV As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted them. I watched Angela instinctively move even closer to Xavier, if that was even possible. She scooted higher onto his lap until she was practically tucked against his chest, then rested her head on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her without hesitation, and I noticed his hold tighten ever so slightly. Silas shifted closer too, his expression losing the last traces of amusement. Neither of them looked angry. They looked protective. “They had to know what they’re dealing with,” Zion said matter-of-factly. “This way maybe they can help protect her more.” I sighed. He wasn’t wrong. If my father truly intended to come after Angela, they deserved to know exactly what kind of monster they were dealing with. The silence that settled over the room felt heavy enough to crush the air from my lungs. Finally, Angela spoke. “So…” she said quietly, her voice partially muffled by Xavier’s shirt. “What are we

Angela’s POV Once Xavier came back, he filled all of us in on everything Mr. Wilson had said. The schedule problem had apparently been the easiest part. Mr. Wilson had already agreed to move me into Xavier’s afternoon classes, using my fae heritage as the excuse. According to him, none of the instructors would question it. They’d simply assume there were things about my abilities I needed to learn that no one else did. That solved one problem. Unfortunately… It left us with about fifty more. By the time Xavier finished explaining everything, nobody looked particularly relieved. Safer? Maybe. Comfortable? Not even close. Still, nobody argued. We packed what Steph and I would need first. Clothes. Toiletries. School books. A few personal things that would make Xavier’s suite feel slightly less like we were invading it. Steph, naturally, turned moving into an Olympic event. “I swear,” she huffed dramatically while dragging one of my bags down the hallway, “if I have to carry one more

Angela’s POV“Your mark is glowing.” Steph’s words made the entire room go quiet.I looked toward Darius, following her gaze to the side of his neck. For a second, I simply stared. The crest that had gone dark after what happened in the cafeteria was glowing again, silver light pulsing softly beneath his skin.A smile slowly touched my lips. I wasn’t surprised. After everything that had happened between us, I knew what the glow meant. The bond wasn’t gone. It had been hurt, strained by everything Darius had done and everything I had needed to protect myself from, but now it was strengthening again. He was trying. That was what mattered.Darius lifted his hand to his neck, his fingers brushing over the glowing crest as he looked at Steph with an expression that told me he hadn’t realized it had returned. His eyes moved around the room, taking in Xavier, Silas, and finally me.I could see the uncertainty in his face. So I did the only thing that felt right. I lifted my hand and patted t

Xavier’s POV For several seconds, I just stared at Angela. I had been awake long enough to notice something was different about her. She had been looking at me strangely, reacting to things I hadn’t said, and laughing at moments when I hadn’t understood what was so funny. Now I knew why. Blaze stirred. “Well, that explains a lot.” I almost rolled my eyes. “You think?” I could practically feel his amusement. “You were thinking loud enough for anyone to hear.” I narrowed my eyes. “Very helpful.” Blaze let out a small chuckle. I looked down at Angela again. She looked nervous now. The laughter had disappeared from her face, replaced by uncertainty. She was sitting beside me against the headboard, her body turned slightly toward me, waiting for somebody to say something. I didn’t want her to feel like she’d done something wrong. If she could hear our voices inside her head, she hadn’t exactly asked for it. But there was one thing I needed to know. How much had she heard? I shifte