Shadowborn Academy_ Year One (Dark Fae Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,64
Quite a few times I’ve returned to our room and she’s cleaned it rather obsessively.
“Someone’s been fucking around in our room,” I tell her, grabbing my clothes off the floor and tossing them back onto my bed.
Sage lifts up her hands. “We haven’t been getting freaky in here, I swear, and I locked the door before I went in for a shower. You know I always do.”
“I know.” I stand beside my bed, shaking with anger. “But someone has been in here, Sage. Look at all my books.” I lift the nearest one, the book about faes, and show her the crumpled up page where someone threw it onto the table. “This is completely barbaric! I mean, who’d dump a book like this?”
She comes over and squints her eyes at me. “You’re right. That isn’t like you at all. Or me, for that matter. Who do you think it could’ve been?”
“Greyhorn.”
The word leaves my lips before I can even register it.
“The headmaster?” Sage says incredulously. “What makes you think it was him.”
“There’s just something about him,” I tell her. “The way he looks at me. He gave me this book. And he was outside the girl’s dorms just before I came in here.”
My best friend starts to rearrange my bedding and I help her. Once the room is back to normal, and Sage’s OCD can settle, she turns to me.
“Buzzie, I love you and all, but how do you think it was him? Do you have proof?”
I groan, looking up at our ceiling. “No. Not yet.”
“Remember what happened when you thought Keeper Rose was plotting to turn us into imps?”
“She kept telling us to wear our shoes on the wrong feet,” I argue, inwardly cringing at how stupid that sounds all these years later. “Everyone knows to turn someone into an imp, you need to switch their feet over.”
Sage gives me a stupid look. “Uh-huh. I mean, it did turn out that one of the boys just hexed her so she’d constantly get her left and right mixed up. There wasn’t anything nefarious about it.”
“I just know this time, Sage… I know that he’s gotta have something to do with this. I get some serious psychopathic vibes from him.”
Standing up from my bed, Sage adjusts the towel on her head and says, “Well, once you have some proper evidence, I’m all for Operation Greyhorn.”
“Oh, I’ll get the evidence,” I tell her, grinning, as she hums her way back into the bathroom. “But in the meantime, please be careful out there, Sage. Another student has gone missing.”
She laughs from the bathroom. “Ha! I’d like to see them try to kidnap me!”
“How are things with you and the professor?” I ask Sage as we trudge through the forest the next morning, heading in the direction Jonah is leading us.
Poor Ronan is running after him, tripping over logs and hitting branches as he goes. The forest moves out the way most of the time for me, Sage and Jonah, and most other people, but Ronan doesn’t seem to have that luck. We left all the students in the clearing quickly today, and I was thankful for it as everyone is freaking the hell out. It’s a few weeks left until the end of term, and the end of the tryouts. It’s not unheard of for no one to pass the tryouts, but we hoped because we found the clue before anyone else did, we might have a head start.
But that wasn’t what happened. We have been searching every inch of the forest for the beanstalks like every other student that found the clue and there has been nothing. Sage and Ronan think it’s a matter of a change of season, and that’s why everyone is out today. The leaves have changed from a thick green to a crispy orange or burnt yellow. The ground is now littered with the dying leaves and Jonah thinks there might finally be something here.
I’m surprised he’s taking us with him, though, considering he usually likes to run off alone.
“It’s like I’ve always looked for him for the wrong reason, but we found each other for the right reason,” she whispers to me. “He is fucked up, dark and dangerous, but under all of it, I know he would do anything for me. I’d only have to ask and I love that about him.”
“He drinks a lot but I’m happy if you are,” I whisper back.
“Yeah he needs to cut that shit out, but it’s something I’m working