Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(72)
situation that continues to catch me off guard, scrambling my brain and leaving my mind to run wild.
All of this uncertainty really isn’t helping me.
Second guessing people’s motives on top of trying to learn more about the entire situation is hard
work, but trust has never come easy to me, and it shouldn’t.
I spent twenty-two years living my life as a human, to learn it was all a lie. Someone from this
crazy supernatural life tossed me aside, left me to fend for myself in Phoenix Valley without a single
care. Now, when others have their families to guide them and assist them through this learning curve,
I’m left to fend for myself. As always.
Brushing my hair back off my face, I groan in frustration at myself as my fist tightens in the ends of
my brown locks. Why can’t there just be a godsdamn fucking catalog listing all of this supernatural
shit in it? I could do with figuring out the answer sooner rather than later because my patience is
running thin.
I breeze through the pages in the book, glancing at the title headers that flash up, but nothing sticks
out to me at all. Not even a glossed over poem about sealed souls. Fuck, even if it was something
completely made up, I would still devour every fucking word of it.
Dumping the useless read on the discarded pile, I look around the library, thousands upon
thousands of book spines staring back at me, but not a single one jumps out screaming ‘pick me, pick
me.’ There are wall to wall books, and a handful of tables in the middle of the room, with the empty
librarian's desk at the far end. It’s surprisingly open and airy, with the glass roof offering all of the
natural light through the stained windows.
I take the handful of books that have offered me nothing, and place them in the book cart as I
glance around at the shelves once more, this time focusing on what my powers could mean instead of
the deep red circle marked on my back and the reason it’s there.
What could I be?
What could I be?
What could I be?
Tapping my lip as I walk the length of the book stacks way to the left, searching in the species
books, I’m hoping for one that gives the features of every type of supernatural in one book.
Apparently this isn’t going to come easily to me, but at least Khaos narrowed down the fact that I’m
not a shifter or vampire. Small victories.
Running my fingers over the spines of a series labeled ‘ Supernaturals’, with different books in
different colors based on species, I sigh, reaching for the orange demons book and the white angels
book. My fingers hover over the red God's book for a moment, but that seems the most extreme, so I
decide to settle on the two I have.
Just as my ass is about to hit the cushion of my chair, the door swings open with a resounding
thud, drawing my attention in that direction, to watch Adonis stroll in like he owns the fucking place.
Every inch of him screams Elite, from the way he carries himself, to the knowing smirk
permanently on his lips. Today he’s got his round glasses in place, his blond hair swept back off his
face, and a button gray shirt with a pair of charcoal pants.
No man should be this put together and hot all at once. It’s worse because he knows it. Arrogant
prick.
His eyes settle on mine, the corners of his mouth twitching when he takes me in, and I force myself
not to squirm under his gaze. In a simple black tank top and a pair of pale denim shorts, I’m a stark
contrast to him, a reminder that we’re very different people, from very different places.
He doesn’t utter a word as he makes his way toward me, pulling his phone out and tapping the
screen for a moment, before pocketing it again. “Don’t mind me, I was just letting the guys know that I
won,” he explains, running his tongue over his teeth as he slowly drags the chair out across from me
and takes a seat.
Like a fool, my curiosity gets the better of me and I take his bait. “What did you win?”
He doesn’t bother answering me with words, instead he simply points a finger in my direction,
making me scoff as I roll my eyes at his bullshit.
“I wasn’t put up as a prize,” I retort, making his grin spread wider as he shrugs his shoulders at
me.
“I wasn’t looking for one either, yet here we are. You. Me. My brothers. One new happy family.
Who would have thought, huh?” He steeples his fingers on the wooden desk as he looks me over, and
with every passing second, my eyes turn into slits as I glare back at him.
It’s hard to tell when Adonis is being serious or sarcastic. It’s like he has this whole other
personality sometimes, like a mask he fits perfectly in place as a defense mechanism, but I see right
through it. Right now is one of those times and his words leave me confused.
“You don’t fool me, Adonis. Your fake smile and forced sarcasm is bullshit and we both know it.
If anything, it only serves to piss me off more. Now, why are you here? I’m busy and the library
doesn’t look like your usual stomping ground,” I state, folding my arms over my chest.