a hand in protest as the class tries to throw out answers—“answer carefully because you only get one opportunity.”
The voices go quiet as she adds the first two components of power—magic and influence—on the chalkboard. Number three goes just below.
As she has us open our books to chapter one, I stare at the empty number three spot, wondering what the third component could be.
If surviving the Fae requires power, then I should probably learn the answer. And, judging by the way Reina and her friend not-so-quietly whisper about me, I should find it soon.
19
“I’ve seen zombie movies with less gore,” Mack declares, her nose scrunched. “The darkling just munched on the poor Fae girl’s face like it was a deep-dish supreme pizza.”
The girl sitting with us, Evelyn, a Summer Court shadow, groans and shoves her orange lunch tray across the table. “Thanks for that. I’d finally just managed to scrub that image from my brain.”
I pluck the uneaten apple off her tray without even thinking. Hoarding food becomes an instinct when you’ve spent years starving. But the video seriously dampened my appetite, and I pocket the fruit for later.
Watching a human monster rip someone’s face off has that effect.
I glance over at Evelyn. So far, she’s the only shadow who will dare sit with us. Honestly, she’s sweet but not incredibly bright, and I think she truly has no idea I’m the equivalent of social kryptonite. Mack said Evelyn comes from a long line of legacies and that her parents infused the school with a huge sum to get her admitted.
I don’t doubt that for a moment. Everything she wears—from her sparkling diamond earrings to her immaculately fitted black pantsuit—looks expensive. Her vibrant red hair hangs just past her shoulders, the silky-smooth strands curling under. Not a split end in sight.
I finger the broken ends of my own wild, wavy hair, suddenly all too aware of its deficiencies.
Mack slurps her milk. “Half the class puked, but I thought it was cool.”
I raise an eyebrow. “How was that cool?”
She shrugs. “It shows how important our jobs are. Why the Fae need us. They might treat us like dirt, but at the end of the day, they know we’re the only ones who can protect them from those things.”
She sounds like the combat teacher, Mr. Crayburn, who said we needed to understand what we’re up against, and why protecting our Fae partners is so important.
Still, I wasn’t expecting that level of violence from the darklings. Nor the speed. They moved so fast at times that they became blurs on video. The Fae were formidable, their magic splashing bursts of light into the camera. A few had weapons and they wielded them with expert skill.
But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. The darklings seemed unaffected by the Fae’s magic, and their speed allowed them to dodge the Fae’s weapons with ease. Even when their weapons did hit their mark, the darklings seemed impervious to the steel blades.
The footage was taken inside a restaurant in an unnamed Everwilde city. None of the Fae had shadows.
It was a slaughter.
Evelyn shudders. “I saw a darkling once.”
“Where?” Mack demands.
The charm bracelet on Evelyn’s wrist tinkles as she makes a sweeping gesture with her hand. “Right here.”
My eyes go wide. “One broke into the school? I thought the new wards were impenetrable.” At least, according to our teacher, Professor Crayburn. Although the guy wears tweed suits so I’m not sure I trust his judgement.
“She was a student, and I was here touring with my parents.” Evelyn stares at the double doors behind us as if the darkling is still here. “I think she had just turned because her eyes looked almost human, and she wasn’t all deformed. Just . . . different. With horns and stuff. Before she could hurt anyone, a group of fourth years burst in and shot her with rowan-berry laced darts. Then they took her away, to be killed, I’m sure.” She inhales deeply before releasing a long sigh. “If I became that . . . monster, I’d want to die too.”
After lunch, I go to meet Rhaegar on the upper floors for fifth period. I’m so busy searching the halls for half-turned darkling humans that I fail to notice how many Fae there are. Right up until the point I nearly crash into Inara and her friends.
Reina is already with her, and it looks like they’ve been waiting for me. Crap.
Shifting my backpack on my shoulder, I glance back, looking for Mack. But