Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,99
from a goat, through a slot at the bottom of the door. I almost wish the ghost had a head so I could talk to him. Talking to myself is getting really old.
My surroundings include grey stone walls, a cabin bed that squeaks every time I move on it, and a desk with a metal chair. I have my own bathroom, which is no more than a white-tiled room with a sink, a toilet and a tiny shower, but it does the job. The clothes here aren’t too bad, though I only have three outfits, which I wash in the sink and dry over the shower. They’re all the same: three grey hoodies that are too big, black T-shirts and leggings to match. Apparently, shoes are not something they wanted to give me.
The only thought that gets me through the boredom is feeling that my mates are okay and praying that Ren and Myles are too. I don’t feel alone with my connection to them; it’s almost like they are here. I’m not really alone, I have to tell myself that. Vesnia is strong and nearly an angel, so the angels wouldn’t have taken her and hurt her, I doubt. Unless she mentions how much she clearly cares for a vampire. I figure that wouldn’t get her bonus points. Thallon is the same in some sense, and I believe he would have been safe from the angels. I can’t see why they would bother to hurt him.
Walking to my wall, I pick up a nail I dug out of the bed and drew a line through four others, making my sixth group, before stepping back. Thirty days. Thirty days of being locked in here without hearing another voice is getting to me now. I want to hear people, and I miss seeing anyone. Are the angels going to leave me locked in here until I go mad?
Am I going to be trapped in here forever? The air suddenly feels like it’s disappearing, and I close my eyes, reminding myself my mates will always try to come for me. I have to hope that someone can save me. Or I will find a way to save myself. I guess I could start digging through the brick wall with this nail…it would take a million years, but it could work. God, Kaitlyn, you have officially lost it. Dropping the nail on the floor, I climb onto my bed and look at my ghost friend and wonder, not for the first time, how exactly he got beheaded. Do angels behead people? Somewhere between my thoughts on beheading and why there is a ghost here when there wasn’t another ghost besides Ren in the academy, I fall asleep only to be woken up by the sound of locks clicking, a sound I haven’t heard before. I jolt to my feet, grabbing the nail and quickly shoving it into my hoodie pocket in case I need it.
The door swings open, hitting the wall, and two angels I have never seen before step in. They both are dark angels with matching uniforms that are pure white in colour. Thick armour covers their chest and shoulders, and white helmets cover all of their faces except for their eyes. Both of their dark wings are tucked behind them, a harsh contrast to the white uniforms.
“You are being moved for the trial tomorrow afternoon,” the guard on the right informs me, his accent thick and Welsh, if I’m correct. Hearing another person’s voice after so long is relaxing, and I find myself speechless. “Walk ahead, and make one move, you will be handcuffed and placed back in your room until tomorrow instead of the waiting area. This is a kindness to you.”
The guard shivers as the headless ghost walks through his body and out into the corridor.
“Got it,” I reply, nodding my head once and stepping forward. As I walk past them, the angel that hasn’t talked yet tightly grabs my elbow, digging his meaty fingers into my skin. That’s going to bruise.
“Vampire bitch. Don’t bite anyone, that’s against the rules too,” he warns with so much distaste and hate coating his words.
“Wow, anyone might think you hate vampires. What did we do to you?” I sarcastically reply with a sweet tone. He narrows his eyes at me before he lifts his hand and smacks me hard across the face. I would fall to the floor, but his tight grip on my arm stops me from falling. I cover