He nodded. “I understand.”
Did he?
“Why don't we let Eden have a shot at decapitating this guy?” Val said from over Cyrus'
shoulder. Bemused, they turned to see her wheeling a dummy over. The dummies were creepy. They were just this weird fleshy material, shaped like a head and torso, with no face. “This,” Val smacked her hand across it, “is Guido.”
Eden laughed. “Guido?”
“Yes. Guido the soul sucking worm is here to die today at your hands. Guido is made from special materials that simulate the skin, muscle and bone tissue that you'll have to cut through.”
“Charming.”
Val winked at her. “A warrior's life, sweetheart.”
“OK,” Eden sighed, holding out her hand to Noah. “Give me the Katana.” But cutting off Guido the soul sucking dummy's head wasn't as easy as Eden had thought. Her first try she didn't put enough force into it and her blade just made a cut. The second time, it got stuck a quarter of the way in and the vibration of the impact of her sword made her feel vaguely queasy even though she was practicing on a dummy. The queasiness shot her nerves to hell so when she finally swung and took the head clean off, she felt less than triumphant.
“OK, even I know if that had been a real fight I'd be dead,” she grumbled stepping back.
“It's not an easy thing to do, Eden,” Noah reassured her. “You just have to stop thinking about how real this will soon be. Just remember that Guido isn't real so you can get the technique down.
You can worry about the realities after.”
The pep talk didn't help. She was mad at herself. She wanted to hunt and soon but there was no way Cyrus would let her near a soul eater if she couldn't do the one thing that would kill one. With a huge exhalation, Eden brushed past her three Ankh companions and placed the Katana back on its mount. “I'm hungry. Can we break for lunch?”
***
As Cameron strolled along Bruntsfield Road towards the Douglas house, his mobile rang in his pocket startling him and the woman passing him. He smiled apologetically as he pulled it out of his jeans, Silversun Pickups blaring before he pressed the answer call button.
“Mum, I just left the house ten minutes ago,” he grumbled. Ever since his dad had died his mother, Mary, had become overprotective and somewhat neurotic. It would have been bad enough for any teenage guy but for a Neith Warrior it was bloody irritating. He tried to understand. Oh how he tried.
“I know,” she sighed. “But I forgot to ask you to pop into your Uncle Neil's for the monthly cheque.”
“OK.”
“OK. Thanks, darling, I appreciate it.”
“You know you have to speak to Uncle Neil sometime.”
“I do speak to your uncle.”
“You've been avoiding him, you know you have.”
Mary sighed again. “I'll speak to him when he pulls the stick out of his arse, OK. Don't be later than midnight. Bye.”
For a moment, Cameron just stared at his phone. With a huff he took off again, annoyed now that he had to pick up the money. Another thing that had changed since his dad had died… having to turn to Uncle Neil for financial support. His mum hated being beholden to anyone but with only one income coming in (and his mum refused to let him drop out of school so he could help) they were struggling to make ends meet. So began the monthly cheque from Uncle Neil to tide things over. He felt a horrible tightness in his gut at the thought of collecting it. It wasn't like he'd ever really liked his uncle. The Councilman was a harsh taskmaster with little or no sense of humour. His own dad had been his greatest friend before that one soul eater had come and stolen him from him. But his cousins, James and Ryan, always seemed scared of their dad. They'd seemed more comfortable around Cameron's father and had stopped hanging around Cameron so much when his dad had been murdered two years ago.
Brooding a little, Cameron took the steps up to the McLeish home slowly and quietly. As a member of the family he'd always just walked in, and as he stepped inside he was surprised by how quiet the place was. He stood for a minute, feeling a weird chill in the air, and then he froze at the sound of hurried whispering. For some reason his heart began to pound. His intuition told him something wasn't right, and Mum always said to follow his intuition. Creeping silently down the hallway, Cameron trailed the whispering to the kitchen and pressed against the wall as he heard Eden's name. Peering quickly around the doorframe, he saw his Uncle Neil on his mobile, his face tight with anxiety.
“Has Cosmina been reached?” he asked coldly.
Cameron shook his head and sprung back before he could be seen. His heart was thudding out of all control now as the implications of that question tormented him.
“Well I want to know when,” Uncle Neil continued. “Once it's done, I can make a move.” Crap. Struggling to keep his breathing low and even, Cameron decided it was time to get out of there. He tiptoed back the way he had come and slipped out of the house, exhaling loudly. Trembling a little, he glanced along the gardens to the Douglas house, his jaw clenched in anger. Cameron wasn't clueless. Noah had mentioned something about a Cosmina person going after Eden. She was some Neith with issues about Eden's heritage. Feeling sick at the thought of the conversation he'd overheard, Cameron stumbled down the steps and began heading reluctantly towards Tobe's house.
What the hell was he supposed to do? If he told Cyrus about his uncle, his uncle would face serious consequences, and he might not like the guy but he was the only family he and his mum had left. But if he didn't tell Cyrus was he leaving Eden in possible danger? He didn't care what anyone else said, or what anyone who knew about her true heritage thought, Eden was a great girl. More than that he'd never seen Tobe take to someone the way she'd taken to Eden. Tobe would never forgive him if he let something happen to her.
Maybe he had heard wrong or was making more of it than he should. Maybe he should talk to his mum first.