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Authors: Madhuri Blaylock
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remained motionless for a second, then smiled his usual smile, turned and walked towards his room, saluting Ryker with a tired wave of his hand.
He entered his room, quietly closed his door, walked down the long hallway to his bedroom, sat on his bed and began counting.
"One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi," he continued until he reached five hundred. Then he stood up, opened the chest at the foot of his bed and pulled out a Raven blade to replace the missing weapon at his hip. Wyatt stood in his mirror and strapped on the blade, noting its wider girth and heavier weight. He changed his T-shirt for a more fitted, darker one before strapping an extra blade across his back. He then opened his bedroom window and leapt four stories into the night.
Wyatt landed silently in the middle of the Academy courtyard, just shy of the Fifth Avenue gates. He scaled them with ease and headed into the night, never once looking over his shoulder, confident no one had witnessed his escape. At this hour, the streets were quiet, but Wyatt glamoured himself anyway, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention. Wandering the city streets alone, late at night was one of his favorite things to do but tonight he had a mission and wasted no time getting to where he needed to be.
Without making a sound, Wyatt quickly found the exact place he was seeking. Ducking under some low-hanging tree branches, he ventured into the dark, partially hidden lair only to be met with a less-than-welcoming blade at his throat. Dev had moved slightly from the hiding place Wyatt left her and although the lower half of her body remained immobile, her arms were functioning just fine, as evidenced by the blade drawing a thin trickle of blood from Wyatt’s neck. One wrong move and she would certainly kill him.
Wyatt slowly brought his hands up to Dev’s, wrapped his fingers around hers and painstakingly maneuvered the blade away from his neck. Only then did he dare make eye contact with her.
“You didn’t really think I was just going to leave you here, did you?” Wyatt asked as he moved to retrieve his blade from Dev.
She wasn’t quite ready to give it up and slashed at Wyatt’s outstretched hand, managing to nick his wrist.
“Whoa!” Wyatt sat back on his heels, holding his wrist, and laughed.
“Fair enough. I deserved that. I should have told you I was coming back, but I couldn’t risk Ryker overhearing or suspecting anything. Trust me, if he thought I was coming back for you he would have spent all night watching me like a hawk. So I left you and walked away and it worked. Now get over it and give me back my blade.”
Despite the laughter in his voice, Wyatt wasn’t playing. He wanted his blade. Her name was Odara and she had been handed down the Clayworth line since the witnessing of The Code of Ten. She was sharper than any Raven blade and fit his hand like a glove. Many had fought and died at his hand thanks to Odara. She was his protector and he wanted her back where she belonged, safely strapped to his hip.
"Kill me," Dev offered the blade at a price.
Wyatt stood up tall and glared down at Dev, clenching his jaw in irritation.
"Kill me," Dev challenged him again, taunting him with her smug stare and grim request.
With blinding speed, Wyatt landed on Dev, knocking her to the ground. Before she even realized what was happening, he locked down her arms and liberated his blade from her grasp. Wyatt hovered above Dev , inches from her face, momentarily tempted to slice her throat and end all of this drama. She could not move a muscle.
"You are in no position to bargain with me," Wyatt angrily whispered, never taking his eyes off hers. " I am faster and stronger than you. So don’t even think about toying with me like that again.”
Wyatt pushed himself off of her, replaced Odara at his hip and grinned mischievously. “For the record, m y blade isn’t worth your life. I just want it back. And I asked nicely the first tim e.”
Dev
He entered his room, quietly closed his door, walked down the long hallway to his bedroom, sat on his bed and began counting.
"One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi," he continued until he reached five hundred. Then he stood up, opened the chest at the foot of his bed and pulled out a Raven blade to replace the missing weapon at his hip. Wyatt stood in his mirror and strapped on the blade, noting its wider girth and heavier weight. He changed his T-shirt for a more fitted, darker one before strapping an extra blade across his back. He then opened his bedroom window and leapt four stories into the night.
Wyatt landed silently in the middle of the Academy courtyard, just shy of the Fifth Avenue gates. He scaled them with ease and headed into the night, never once looking over his shoulder, confident no one had witnessed his escape. At this hour, the streets were quiet, but Wyatt glamoured himself anyway, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention. Wandering the city streets alone, late at night was one of his favorite things to do but tonight he had a mission and wasted no time getting to where he needed to be.
Without making a sound, Wyatt quickly found the exact place he was seeking. Ducking under some low-hanging tree branches, he ventured into the dark, partially hidden lair only to be met with a less-than-welcoming blade at his throat. Dev had moved slightly from the hiding place Wyatt left her and although the lower half of her body remained immobile, her arms were functioning just fine, as evidenced by the blade drawing a thin trickle of blood from Wyatt’s neck. One wrong move and she would certainly kill him.
Wyatt slowly brought his hands up to Dev’s, wrapped his fingers around hers and painstakingly maneuvered the blade away from his neck. Only then did he dare make eye contact with her.
“You didn’t really think I was just going to leave you here, did you?” Wyatt asked as he moved to retrieve his blade from Dev.
She wasn’t quite ready to give it up and slashed at Wyatt’s outstretched hand, managing to nick his wrist.
“Whoa!” Wyatt sat back on his heels, holding his wrist, and laughed.
“Fair enough. I deserved that. I should have told you I was coming back, but I couldn’t risk Ryker overhearing or suspecting anything. Trust me, if he thought I was coming back for you he would have spent all night watching me like a hawk. So I left you and walked away and it worked. Now get over it and give me back my blade.”
Despite the laughter in his voice, Wyatt wasn’t playing. He wanted his blade. Her name was Odara and she had been handed down the Clayworth line since the witnessing of The Code of Ten. She was sharper than any Raven blade and fit his hand like a glove. Many had fought and died at his hand thanks to Odara. She was his protector and he wanted her back where she belonged, safely strapped to his hip.
"Kill me," Dev offered the blade at a price.
Wyatt stood up tall and glared down at Dev, clenching his jaw in irritation.
"Kill me," Dev challenged him again, taunting him with her smug stare and grim request.
With blinding speed, Wyatt landed on Dev, knocking her to the ground. Before she even realized what was happening, he locked down her arms and liberated his blade from her grasp. Wyatt hovered above Dev , inches from her face, momentarily tempted to slice her throat and end all of this drama. She could not move a muscle.
"You are in no position to bargain with me," Wyatt angrily whispered, never taking his eyes off hers. " I am faster and stronger than you. So don’t even think about toying with me like that again.”
Wyatt pushed himself off of her, replaced Odara at his hip and grinned mischievously. “For the record, m y blade isn’t worth your life. I just want it back. And I asked nicely the first tim e.”
Dev
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