figure out exactly who I am.
And at this point, neither can I.
Chapter 15
“My legs hurt, my arms hurt, even my brain is hurting right now!” Vesnia groans, wiping away a line of sweat from her forehead. I do the same, sucking in a deep breath after the five-mile run around the academy the “lovely” gym teacher, Professor Martin, made us do. We all thought spear class was getting easier now we know a little how to fight with the spears without hurting ourselves, but the gym has stepped up its mark.
“Looking tired, darlin’,” Henry drawls from somewhere nearby, and I straighten my back, turning around just as he gets to me. “Can’t handle gym?”
“I can handle it just fine,” I protest, placing my hands on my hips as Professor Martin comes over, placing a hand on Henry’s shoulder.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Ravaric?”
“Professor Louton needs to see you. She asked me to watch your class for a moment seeing as I had finished my exam,” Henry explains like a good dark angel, smile and all.
“Very well. Do not cause trouble, young king,” Professor Martin taps Henry’s shoulder a few times before walking out of the gym. Henry pulls a flask out of his jacket and walks to the benches on the other side of the room, sitting down and taking a long sip. He then lights a joint of weed, right here in front of everyone and takes a long drag. Before I think about it too much, my feet walk me straight up to him, and I pluck the joint out of his hand. Dropping it on the floor, I watch his ember eyes as I crush the joint under my shoe.
“Rude, darlin’,” he mutters, leaning back on the bench behind him. I take a seat next to him, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
“It’s no good for you and illegal where I come from,” I tell him.
“It’s not illegal where I buy it from, so that’s all that matters,” he replies. “Are you trying to save my soul, darlin’?”
“What do you think Professor Louton wanted to see Professor Martin about?” I curiously ask, ignoring his question.
“Fallen angels or at least one fallen angel they both went to the academy with,” he says.
“What’s a fallen angel?” I ask.
“Shit, they haven’t taught you this yet? You’ve been here two weeks now,” he mutters and rubs his eyes in clear annoyance. “Fallen angels are angels who willingly step into hell. An angel recently jumped into hell for a demon he fell in love with, and now everyone is mad.”
“Whoa,” I whisper.
“But the new queen of hell released all the spirits that the old king locked up in hell, and now there is a natural balance. For some reason, the angels are more scared than ever, I can sense it,” he tells me.
“Is that a dark angel power?” I ask.
“Sort of. We can all sense when someone is scared,” he explains. “That is an angel power.”
“Why did you choose to become a dark angel?” I ask.
“Because my soul lives in the dark, and if you’re honest with yourself, Kaitlyn, you will find your soul belongs in the dark with me.”
I don’t move as he gets up, ditching the class he promised to look after, without looking back once.
Keeping my head down, I head through the gardens, running my fingers over some red flowers I don’t know the name of. Sundays are my favourite day at the academy when the students all stay in their rooms or the dining hall, eating, the teachers are absent, and the world seems a little slower. Like it isn’t trying to knock me off it with every turn it takes. I don’t look up for a long time, having no clue where I’m walking until I come to a gate. I look up and see Thallon leaning against his cabin, his arms crossed over his light blue shirt and a friendly smile that’s always there for me. He has some logs in his arms, and I’m guessing he came out to get them to restock his fire.
“Thallon what is a fallen angel exactly, and why is it bad to become one?” I ask. I don’t know why I think he will tell me, but I do.
His eyes widen for a brief moment before he sighs and pushes the front door of his home open. “You best come inside for that conversation, sweetheart.”
He holds the door open for me