Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,18
my eyes, and I swear she all but says yes before we are flying fast after Henry, ducking around the academy and going through two more magic rings. It takes me a second to see the rings are making us head up, and we need to do something to catch up. I spot a gap in the rocks, small enough to just get through. I tug Ayda’s reins to the side and force her up through the gap. We speed out of the top and spin around, heading for the circle. Ayda rushes through it a second before Henry does, and then we fly to the ground, and I grin as Henry lands next to me.
“Smart move. I’m actually impressed,” Henry breathlessly states, and it’s only then I see he is a little pale.
“Are you sick?” I ask, and he glares at me.
“Okay, okay, you won, no need to be a dick to me,” he says with mock indignation.
“And you owe me a favour,” I remind him with a wink as I get off Ayda. I flinch as I touch my cheek, feeling the shallow cuts there. I lift my arm, which is covered in blood from a leaking cut, and Henry jumps off his horse. He reaches into his horse’s saddle bag and picks out a small jar of red leaves.
“Here, put a few of these in your bath, and it will help you heal,” Henry tells me, dropping the jar into my hand. “And don’t think it means anything, as it doesn’t. I will take Ayda to remove her saddle. Bye, darlin’.”
“Thank you, Henry,” I say.
“The king can’t let his subjects bleed out everywhere, can he?” he dryly replies as he takes Ayda’s reins and leads her away.
“Maybe the king isn’t such a dickhead after all!” I shout, and his laugh haunts me as I walk away. I’m still smiling as I get to my room and open the door, locking it behind me.
“Blood does suit you.” Ren’s voice makes me jump and nearly drop the jar of leaves. I turn to see him sitting on my bed, his arms resting behind his back, his legs crossed. His black shirt is tight against his chest, his tie hanging low, and it’s messy, but it suits him.
Why am I checking out a ghost?
“I would beg to differ,” I reply, placing the jar on the side. Ren’s eyes focus on it as he sits up.
“Dwine leaves, a rare tree in this world. Who gave you such a gift to heal with?” he drawls.
“A guy named Henry,” I reply, not knowing why I’m telling the ghost this as I pull my riding boots off. “And why are you sitting on my bed?”
“I was bored. Ghost problems and all,” he replies with a cocky grin. “Tell me, Kitty Kat, have you asked any angels about vampires yet?”
“Why would I?” I reply.
“To find answers. Don’t you think it’s strange you haven’t seen another ghost around here yet?” he questions. “I hoped just seeing me and knowing about vampires would get you to ask someone, but it seems you are smarter than I thought.”
“Yes, it’s strange there are no other ghosts, but I actually like it. Seeing ghosts and being the weird kid isn’t fun,” I tell him, and his one eyebrow raises.
“Do you help the ghosts you see?” he asks.
“Help them how exactly?” I angrily question.
“Oh, I see it now,” he pauses with a knowing smile. “You are scared of your powers and of the ghosts you are blessed with seeing.”
“I’m not scared; I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” I snap.
“We both know I’m different and that’s why you talk to me,” he replies. Asshat.
“I talk to you because you’re always in my room like the stalker ghost you are. You should leave,” I suggest, trying to swallow my rising anger. If he was a real person, I’d throw something at him.
“Only if you promise to ask about vampires. What could the harm be?” he replies with a big grin. “You might want to ask what a fallen angel is. Oh, and add how you’re best friends with demons while you’re at it. I’m joking, of course.”
“Demons are real?” I ask with wide eyes. I don’t know why the idea that vampires exist doesn’t freak me out, but demons? An image of a red-skinned demon with horns makes me shiver as I ignore Ren. I knock the bathroom twice to make sure Vesnia isn’t in there before walking in and heading to the