Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(16)
“Thank the Gods for that. I was worried you were limited to a few words and not a big talker.
That still might be the case, but if you can drop an f bomb as casually as that, then I think we’re going
to get along just fine.”
My own smile grows as I release the handle of the suitcase to place my palm against the wood,
and a moment later a lock clicks and the door unlocks.
Holy fuck. It worked!
“See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again for this,” I reply, offering a short wave before
stepping into my room with my cases.
I waste no time at all closing the door behind me, using it as a leaning post to prop me up for a
moment as I inhale deeply and take in my surroundings.
My new home for the next few years.
With gray walls, navy silk curtains and a geometric patterned comforter spread across the bed, it
feels even homier than my own home did. A door immediately to my left looks like it leads to an
attached bathroom, while a double bed is central to the room, the headboard right underneath the
window with a nightstand on either side. A desk is to my right with an oversized comfy chair tucked
in, while a chest of drawers, with a television on top, are nestled against the left wall beside the
attached walk-in wardrobe.
The room is… everything.
Pushing up off the door, I cut the distance to the bed, flopping down on it as I release my hold on
the cases. It takes a moment for my hands to relax so I shake them out, trying to relieve some of the
tension. I need to get settled and sleep, before my brain melts into a million pieces.
I pull my phone from my pocket, but it flashes with no service, so I place it on the nightstand,
jumping back to my feet to find my favorite oversized t-shirt to sleep in. Eyeing both of the cases, I
decide to open the newer one, leaving the dagger in my old and ratty suitcase, a stark reminder of the
overall day.
Lifting it up onto the bed, I quickly unzip the bag to find a laptop, a tablet, a phone, and a Saints
Academy binder of information packed inside. This is crazy. My mind screams for me to slam the lid
shut, and pretend none of these things actually exist in my life, but the knowledge of having an early
start tomorrow has me pulling out the phone. The second I press the button to light up the screen, it
shows I have ten emails already. Fuck my life. At least it seems to work the same as my old one, just
on a different network or something? Who the fuck knows.
The entire thing overwhelms me as I read the subject lines.
Meeting confirmed with the Dean. 8:10. Accept?
Meeting with financial aid confirmed at 7:50. Accept?
First year assembly confirmed for 8:30. Mandatory attendance required.
Welcome to Saints Academy, Miss Rhea Harrington. Please find your schedule attached.
I quickly accept the two meeting appointments and add them to my calendar, before dropping the
phone on my bed, ignoring the rest of the messages for now.
Carefully moving the case to the floor, I opt to open my own where I placed it, quickly pulling the
purple tee out and stripping out of my clothes, before climbing into bed with a huff. A glance at my
phone tells me it’s nearly eight in the evening, which is early for me, but fuck it.
This morning I woke up in my own bed, living my usual life, doing my usual job, before all of…
this. I deserve an early night, a fresh reset.
I have no idea what tomorrow holds for me, but either way, I hope I get some answers to what is
going on. The one word that keeps running around in my head, overruling everything else, has my eyes
slamming shut as I let sleep finally consume me.
Magic.
I have fucking magic.
Chapter 6
Rhea
A n alarm wakes me from the deep sleep I’m in. My body feels groggy as I swipe at my tired
eyes, searching for where the noise is coming from.
My new, spiffy school issued phone.
I quickly hit the snooze button, frowning at the fact it was even set, when a notification pops up on
the screen.
Alarm settings confirmed for two hours prior to first calendar entry. Do you wish to proceed
with this setting?
It takes a second for me to process, all of the events from yesterday flooding my memory, ending
with the emails I read just before I crashed.
I have a meeting with financial aid this morning at 7:50, so the new Academy supplied phone
automatically set an alarm this morning for 5:50. Without me setting it up. That’s crazy.
Deciding I like the feature for now, I click yes, before flopping back down on the bed. My
stomach growls, a stark reminder that I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday, and I need to rectify that
as soon as possible. Which means I’m going to need to get a move on if I have any hopes of getting
ready and finding where I can actually eat before my meetings and the assembly.
I stretch my arms above my head, the orgasmic feeling of an excellent stretch runs through my
body, before I swing my legs over the side of the bed, letting the sun rays peeking through the gap in
the curtains caress my skin. My eyes instantly fall to the two opened suitcases on the floor, and I make