Spyrit Study - Book 2 of Spyrit Trilogy

Blake’s crimson eyes flitted up momentarily to meet mine and I took a gasping breath in an attempt to settle myself. I don’t know why I bothered anymore. It never worked. I never felt settled. Ever since the Master Magicians had brought me into their world of magic, my life had been one long, bumpy road. Every moment had been spent in a constant state of unease and ignorance. It had been hard on my heart. Any small action sent it thundering onwards in my chest. I was on edge, and I hated it. The hours of torture that Kainen had put me through probably hadn’t helped by measure. I couldn’t manage to control my own reactions even from the slightest shadow or touch or skin against mine. I would shrink away from it, my heartbeat skyrocketing upwards and the feeling of adrenaline pulsing through me. I had never felt anything like it, even whilst being an orphan on the streets. The trauma of what Kainen had done had left me barely a shell of my past self, lifeless and dull and only the sma

I stood waiting by the door, my heart pounding in my chest. It had been two weeks and the aching within my heart was beginning to become unbearable. I was still fully coming to terms with the new, intense emotions that seemed to envelop my senses when it came to Deakin and I had yet to confirm my suspicions with him. One of those reasons having been his absence. The other part of me was terrified about being wrong, or even right. I didn’t want to embarrass myself if I put forward the idea of what we could actually mean to each other, if it wasn’t so. I didn’t think my heart could take that. Tynan stood beside me, dressed in all black, his arm slung possessively across my shoulders. I shivered, horrified and repulsed at his touch, but stood strong. It only reminded me on the torture he had sanctioned – what he had allowed Kainen to do to me. The memories of that time chained and manacled to the table were still fresh in my mind, and came back with a vengeance each time I closed my e

Tynan’s dark gaze seemed to undress me before him, the black emptiness of his eyes still too much for me to handle or to look at.We stood in the same office, the same carpet, and the same desk. I held back the bile that forced its way into my mouth. There was even a stain left on the carpet. I forced my eyes to avoid this area. There would be no way that I would be able to look at it without breaking down.An array of paperwork lay on Tynan’s desk littering the space, and making it look cluttered. I instead focussed on that. There was nothing else in the room I could focus on that would allow me to remain impartial and reasonable. It was if Tynan used this and tried to break me apart. I felt his magic brush my mind and then move towards Deakin. Panic flared in my chest. What if he found out about us? What would he do?A cold smile touched his lips.“Deakin, so nice to see you back with the living,” Tynan said icily, as if this new

I turned and vomited in the sink beside my bed. The taste stuck to my mouth and the smell hung in my nose causing me to dry reach again, but nothing came out.It probably didn’t help that I hadn’t eaten all day. Gareth and I had been locked up in my room for several hours, and as I glanced outside, the sun was already beginning to set on the day.Guilt riddled me. I had not thought about anyone but myself all day. Blake sat chained to a wall for hours on end, and Deakin… I had no idea where he was, but the pain in realising I had forgotten about him, had me dry reaching again.“It’s alright,” Gareth whispered soothingly. He pressed a cool cloth against my forehead and gently steered me back to my bed. A glass of water was in my hand before I could even ask for one.“I know this can’t be easy for you.”I bit back my retort. What did he know about easy? My life had been dramatically turned upside

The dull ache was back; it pulled at my chest and burned a little, like when you tried to hold your breath for a full minute. I knew what that felt like. I tugged at my shirt, tucking it into the brown pants I wore. Even though he was downright evil, Tynan had supplied me with a wardrobe full of clothes. Endless dresses, amazing shirts, and gorgeous skirts and pants filled the cupboards in my room. Even so, I wore the plain, boring pants paired with a simple, white, short-sleeved shirt. I had hoped it would annoy him. He obviously wanted me to dress opulently, especially if he provided me the type of wardrobe he had. The ache throbbed again. Tynan was calling me. I stopped halfway down the hall I was walking along, and looked back at Raena and Pollis. Since my bath episode, they both watched me like hawks, but had pulled away from me somewhat. Sensing their confusion at what I was doing, I turned on my heel and walked back towards them. I had no clue