Silence - By Kailin Gow Page 0,55
as she did.
Yet Briony knew that they couldn’t. Not in Palisor. Not now. She was Hugtandalfer, and he was vampire, and after this, the two could never be at peace. The vampires had kil ed the Hugtandalfer’s only king, a much beloved king and their Champion.
Going into his arms would have caused much more pain.
Briony looked past Fal on then, to where Fletcher and Archer stood on the broken edge of the room, perched like two high divers on the high stones of the castle. They spread their arms and leapt almost simultaneously. A second later, two huge, reptilian forms rose on the wind, powering away into the distance with furious wing beats. Briony moved closer to the edge, watching them, and some flicker of movement below drew her eye downwards.
Marcus. Marcus was fol owing them.
“Where are they going?” Kevin asked. It took Briony a moment to realize that he was asking her.
“After the scepter,” Briony said, knowing that it was true as she said it, though she wasn’t sure how. “Father… the King… said that the dragons would know where it is.”
Kevin dropped his voice to a whisper. “Do you know where it is, Briony?”
Briony was going to shake her head, but she paused. She knew. She didn’t know how she knew, but in that moment, she knew. There was only one place it could be, so Briony nodded instead.
“Kevin, we have to get back to Wicked before Marcus and his vampires do.”
Kevin raised an eyebrow. “It’s there?”
“It is,” Briony said. “I’m sure of it.”
*****
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ONE
My name is Celestra Caine. I am seventeen years old, which makes me a senior at Richmond High. I never thought this would happen to me, but it has… I’m one of those people you see every day, go to school with, remember seeing at the supermarket or the mal , and then one day you don’t hear about them any longer. They’re gone, and eventual y, you forget them.
Not that I’m easy to forget, as much as I might occasional y wish that I were. I’m tal , about five-seven, and I’m wil owy. Built for running, my mom always says. Then there’s my hair. It’s a bright blonde that always attracts attention, from men and women. The women always want to know what I’ve done with it, and some of them won’t believe that it’s simply my natural hair color. The men… like I said, sometimes I wish I didn’t attract quite so much attention. Sometimes I think it might be better if I blended in a little more.
It’s not al bad, though. My boyfriend, Grayson, loves my hair. He loves touching it, and I love it when he’s that close to me. I love it when he gives me that look he has that says, not just that he loves me, but that he always wil . That I’m the only girl for him. It’s worth standing out a little for a look like that from a guy like Grayson.
I first met him running track- he’s the captain of the school team, so it’s probably appropriate that I’m at practice with him on the day it starts. Then again, I’m at practice with him most days, so maybe it was always going to work out like that.
We finish up, and Grayson invites me back to his place for dinner, but I can’t. I have to be home, so I tel him that I’l see him tomorrow and get going.
It doesn’t take me long to make my way
home, since it’s not that far from the school. The house is nice enough, in a neighborhood where there’s no trouble, and there are plenty of families around. Dad’s car is in the drive, so I guess he must have gotten back early from his work as a biochemical engineer.
Mom wil be there too by now. She teaches kindergarten, and she’s always home before me.
Even as I walk through the front door, I can picture her in the kitchen, working away at dinner, maybe yel ing at my brother, Bailey, not to spend too much time online before he’s done his homework. It’s just