Broken Knights (Gifted Academy #4) - Michelle Hercules Page 0,98
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Ellen marches in our direction, almost spitting fire from her nose. “You two!” She points a finger at Rufio and Morpheus. “If you can’t behave, get out. You’re scaring the children.”
Bryce pulls Rufio back. “Come on, bro. You need to calm down.”
“Let go of me.” He jerks free from Bryce’s hold, and for a second, dark veins appear on his face.
“Rufio, your face,” Bryce points out.
“What?” he snaps.
The veins are gone, but if Bryce saw them too, then I didn’t imagine it.
“You had markings, just like when your powers used to manifest,” I tell him.
Jodie peers closely at her son. “He can’t possibly be regaining his powers, can he?”
I glance at Eris, who must know more about Magia’s powers than anyone else. I notice she too is looking at Rufio with rapt attention.
“Is it possible for an unmade Idol to recover their powers?” I ask.
“No. It’s never happened to any Idol Magia unmade. There’s no reason to believe it would be any different with him.”
“Something is definitely happening to you. Remember when that mattress you were lying on simply turned into dust?” Phoenix chimes in.
Heat creeps up my cheeks remembering that night. God, he’d better not keep talking about it.
“Okay, I’m bored,” Eris says. “I’m gonna go.”
She vanishes in the next second, leaving me annoyed as hell. I didn’t have the chance to interrogate her.
Morpheus is suddenly by my side. He can obviously move much faster than us Idols. “Daisy, I need that address.”
“I’m not giving it to you.”
He narrows his eyes to slits. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, dead serious. This is not your personal fight, Morpheus. We should be working as a team.”
“Why, when I can deal with the Neo Gods in the blink of an eye?”
“Cocky much?” I raise an eyebrow.
“No, just realistic.”
“I liked you better when you didn’t know about your heritage. You’re an ass now.”
I turn on my heels and stride away. I’m too fucking pissed to have a reasonable conversation with him. I’m being petty and immature by not giving him the address, but he can get it from Xavier anyway. I don’t realize I’m crying until my nose gets stuffed up.
I head for the restroom, hoping it’s empty. I just need a moment alone to calm down. But apparently that’s not in the cards for me. When I enter, Morpheus is there, waiting for me. Naturally, he can now appear and disappear at will.
“Why did you follow me?”
“Because you’re angry, and I want to understand why.”
“Were you always this thick, or is being obtuse a trait of your demigod status?”
His eyes darken and his shadows coil around his body. “That was a low blow, Daisy.”
“Was it? I mean, you must know why I’m angry. You left without saying a word, made the decision to destroy all the lightning-glass reserves without talking to the rest of us first, and now you want to go on a solo mission again. Did I miss anything?”
“Yeah, you damn well missed something.” He flies across the room to invade my personal space. “I’ve done all this to protect everyone. You saw what those fanatics were up to. Lightning-glass weapons in the hands of criminals could be devastating. It was the right call to make.”
“Maybe. But you should have talked to us first instead of letting your ego take over.”
“My ego…” He steps back, threading his fingers through his hair. “That wasn’t it, Daisy. I wanted to make those assholes pay for trying to hurt you.”
“Did you?”
“I didn’t kill every single person in the camp if that’s what you’re asking. I’m not a monster.”
Guilt pierces my chest. “I’m not saying you are.”
“Really? Could have fooled me.”
“Morpheus.” I step closer. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
The angry storm vanishes from his eyes. “I don’t want to fight with you either.”
“Then stop being so stubborn.”
His eyebrows shoot to the heavens. “I’m being stubborn? Pot, meet kettle.”
My anger returns. It’s clear we can’t have a normal conversation right now without arguing. I turn around before I say something I’ll regret, but Morpheus doesn’t allow me to take a step. He’s in front of me, blocking my path.
“Don’t walk away from me.”
“Like you did?” I lift my chin in defiance.
His eyes are once again otherworldly, and the power radiating from him vibrates against my skin. Goose bumps break out on my arms, and crazy enough, wisps of desire curl around the base of my spine.
His brows furrow while regret shines in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He