Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(39)
object as she takes a step closer toward me. “It offers temporary paralysis. I’ve never had a reason to
use it before, until you.”
Paralysis?
For how long?
Fucking fuck.
The person standing to my left suddenly moves to stand toe to toe with me, before swinging their
fist and hitting me square in the face. My grunt is muted from the impact as I almost rock on the spot,
my vision becoming spotty. My arm is still stretched out before me and my legs now straight.
I can feel the hot blood instantly drip from my nose.
Motherfucker.
“Filthy fucking earthling,” the girl says as she stands back behind everyone, happy to watch the
show unfold before her. This bitch doesn’t want to get her hands dirty in case there are any
repercussions but unfortunately for her, I never forget.
Frustration, anger, and disappointment at the situation burns through every inch of me. And
helplessness, fuck do I feel helpless.
Clearly loving having the upper hand, the girl with the slurred insult takes a step toward me with
purpose, not stopping until her hand wraps around my throat. Her action catches me off guard as her
nails sink into my skin, piercing my flesh as I hiss in my mind.
This bitch is going to fucking pay.
With every ounce that I am, I will get my revenge.
It’s a promise I intend to keep.
“You’re going to learn that you’re nothing here, just like you were nothing where you came from,”
she bites, venom laced in every word she says as my blood chills along with my body.
Only one person would say those words, and I know exactly what they would say them for.
Selene Hart.
This is because of the Halloween party, I know it. How fucking ridiculous and petty.
The overwhelming sensation of the blood from my nose running faster down my face, and into a
puddle at my feet, makes my eyes burn as my body begs for me to wipe it away.
It feels completely crazy. Like I’m watching myself in third person, my body unmoving while my
brain is fighting with every pound of my pulse to clear my system of the drug.
“Go back to where you fucking came from, earthling bitch. You don’t belong at Saints Academy.
You don’t belong in Agion. You’re only prolonging the inevitable by staying.”
I want to question her with hows or whys, but it’s not possible.
The only other person here who has observed everything without a word steps forward, knocking
the other bitch’s hand from my throat, before they crowd my space, placing their palms on the wall on
either side of my head.
“You might think you’re safe now, whore, but come next spring, when they help awaken the magic
inside us, you’re going to want to be exactly what I tell you to be. Understand?”
I know it’s Hector, every ounce of my body knows it, even if I can’t prove it.
“Let’s go, it’s going to wear off soon,” one of the girls mumbles, and relief floods me at the
confirmation I won’t remain like this forever.
I watch as they all move away from me, clearly worried I will rain hell down on them if it wears
off now, and it makes me grin, or at least in my mind I do.
Cunts.
The closest two to the portal step through it without a backward glance, while the other two linger
for a moment. My toes twitch ever so slightly, and adrenaline begins to course through my body, ready
to stand my ground and fight back against these assholes, but it’s not quick enough, when one of them
lifts their foot and kicks me straight in the stomach.
My muscles react to the pain as it’s repeated over and over again, radiating through my body, but
this time, the impact makes me fall to the side in agony, my body collapsing in a heap of batteredness.
I take a moment to catch my breath, the retreating footsteps of my assailants causing me
disappointment, but I can’t move any quicker to get my revenge before they leave me here.
Selene.
The supremest of supreme bitches.
There’s no way this doesn’t link back to her, not with those specific words.
When I’m sure no one’s around, listening for any little sound, I slowly pry my eyes open to be met
with the red carpet and awful blue walls. My eyes fix on the plaque that hangs on the wall, just like in
Agion, but this one says Nero.
I should probably read what names are on the board, but there’s more than at Agion, and right
now, I just need to get myself to safety.
After I heal, I will find out who lives here.
My body screams as I force myself to my feet, and when I step through the portal, this time, I find
myself in Agion.
A sob burst from my lips in relief, I was worried I was going to have to go back to the main
building and step out again. As much as I’m managing to move, the remnants of whatever they did to
me still makes me feel far more lethargic than I want to be.
I want to keel over, place myself in the fetal position, but I don’t. I force myself to put one foot in
front of the other, making my way up the stairs to my floor, where I find Harmonia pounding on my
door like a crazy woman.