Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(15)

even questioning it. “Let's go before that escalates, shall we? I can already sense it won’t end well

for him,” she adds, her gaze flicking from me to the hot guy scowling down at me. His jaw is so tight

that there’s a high chance it may snap or maybe break some teeth, but he doesn’t utter a word. Fine by

me since he was hotter when his mouth wasn’t spewing bullshit.

As much as I’m curious about him, I’ve dealt with far too much today to be on the receiving end of

his misdirected wrath too. With that in mind, I offer Harmonia a slight nod, before wheeling my

suitcase around him, my personal one firmly in my grasp still as I follow her lead toward the

staircase straight ahead.

Approaching the staircase, I take the six steps up before it turns to the right, and another flight of

stairs comes into view. I can’t stop myself from glancing back over my shoulder, needing one last

glimpse at the arrogant mystery guy, but to my dismay, he’s already gone.

Dammit.

I should have paid more attention to the board. If that’s where the names of the people staying in

this building are listed, I would have been able to try and guess who he is.

That’s a sleuthing job for another day, this evening I just need to get to my room and hide away.

Forever.

Or at least until morning.

Rubbing my lips together, I try to replay the past few minutes of my new supernatural-esque

Academy life, and something catches me off guard. “How did you know you were looking for me if I

didn’t know where I was going when I stepped into the portal?” I ask, struggling to wrap my head

around it all, around all of the magic, but she thankfully offers me a reassuring smile as she points

ahead for us to walk down the hallway.

“When your name etches on the board to confirm your hall, it also etches on the official

documentation back at the Academy. Noreen sent an email through, just as I was heading back from

dinner. She was shocked by your assignment to say the least, but I was already here so no issues,” she

states, tucking her hair behind her ear as she slows in front of the door labeled four.

“Shocked?” I ask, unable to form many words apparently, but she nods, cringing a little as she

runs her hand down her dress.

“Yeah, uh, I guess because you’re an earthling and you’ve walked into the most elite hall at Saints

Academy, but I’m not really sure,” she rambles, making my brows knit together in confusion.

None of this makes any sense. The more I keep repeating that sentence, the more I realize just how

much my human upbringing and culture makes it hard to accept this new way of thinking.

I need to sleep, and wake up in my own bed, in my mundane life, before everything gets twisted

any further upside down.

“I didn’t realize there was a name for us,” I say, looking the wooden door over for a handle or key

or anything at all, but then it dawns on me and I’m trying hard not to panic because of how much I’m

craving space. “How am I supposed to get in here? Noreen didn’t give me a key or any instructions.”

“Oh, uh, sorry. Here in Paradise Heights, the word human was dismissed as boring a long time

ago, and someone deemed earthlings more fitting,” she advises, making me roll my eyes. Of course,

there the supernaturals go again, acting like they’re better than we are and making decisions for us

without our input. Assholes. “And to answer your question about the door, when you stepped through

the portal, it ran a scan over your body. If you place your palm flat on the wood, the door will open

for you.”

“Oh.”

Yup, locked down to just two letter words now. Great, Rhea, that’s just great. What a way to make

a fucking impression. No wonder humans have a bad rep, it’s because of people like me who can’t

form a full sentence.

“I’m in room three,” she says with a smile, pointing to the room across the hall from me. “The

house leader of Agion is Sky. Just Sky, since she’s a Goddess. She stays on the ground floor,

otherwise it’s just the four Elite assholes of Saints Academy in the building,” she adds with a huff.

Just Sky because she’s a… Goddess? What?

I can only assume the guy downstairs was one of the Elite assholes, but four? Holy crap. I will

legit die if they’re all as gorgeous as the first. “Thank you,” I murmur, referring to her explanation,

and her smile widens.

“No worries at all. I was told to remind you to check your emails, and that you need to set up a

link for finances before your meeting with the Dean tomorrow.” I nod along, appreciating the

reminder as she takes a step back. “You are going to have a lot to catch up on, classes have been in

full swing for almost three months,” she states, making a lump lodge in my throat. “I can meet you in

the morning, show you around if you’d like?” she offers, and it feels like a weight is lifted off my

shoulders at her kindness.

“Fuck, for real? That would be awesome. Thank you,” I reply, making her chuckle.