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thoughtful, and Deidra moves next
to me, her expression sour.
"Am I the only one who thinks these people
speak in a different language about eighty percent of the time?"
Deidra complains.
I laugh and put an arm around her shoulder.
"I'm with you, Imp. Definitely foreign talk."
Gwenyth and Hesther are on their knees on the
couch, their arms on the back as they stare at us, their giggles
obvious.
"It's possible," Gwenyth says.
"Think about it, Bruno," Hesther adds.
Lyre is leaning against the living room wall
now, her expression cross, her hands still rubbing inconspicuously
at her derriere.
"It's a crazy idea," she says loudly.
No one is paying attention to her, and I can
feel the excitement as it moves through the room. I'm still
confused, and I arch a brow before looking down at Deidra.
"Pig Latin," I mutter.
She grins. "Hog wash."
I laugh. "Klingon."
Deidra gives me an odd, confused look, and I
throw my hands up.
"Seriously?" I ask. "You know, the Klingon
language? Star Trek?"
Deidra shakes her head. I sigh.
"Okay," I say. "Na'vi?"
Deidra nods and grins.
"Now that one I know," she says.
"Avatar."
Bruno shakes his head and actually rolls his
eyes. "It's not a foreign language, you two. Fiona is definitely
onto something. And it will take all of us."
"I'm in," Gray says immediately. Gwenyth and
Hesther nod their agreement and Fiona claps.
"This is ridiculous," Lyre says, but she
doesn't disagree.
Deidra and I shrug.
"Why not?" I say before bending to whisper in
Deidra's ear. "Atlantean."
She laughs as all of the hybrids gather in
the middle of the room. Bruno looks up at me.
"Ready?" he asks.
Whether or not I am, I nod, and the room
suddenly fills with power.
Chapter 10
Conor
It's too early to be doing anything other
than sleeping, and I hide a yawn as I sip carefully on the
Styrofoam cup of strong, black coffee I hold in my hand before
stepping over the stone fence surrounding the training field near
the hybrid's cottage. There is fog along the ground, the mist
weaving over the rocky terrain and sparse grass, leaving behind a
dampness that seems to seep into the bones.
"Nothing like Mississippi, is it?" Dayton
grumbles from behind me, and I grin impishly as she stumbles over
the stone wall. Next to Deidra, Dayton is the shortest person
present.
"I don't know. The humidity doesn't seem all
that different," I point out.
She shoves me from behind."You could
have helped me over the wall, you barbarian. This whole 'my mom
raised a Southern gentleman thing' girls have always fallen for is
such a lie ."
I gesture at the training field, and Dayton
looks over at the group in the distance.
"And have Marcas see me touch you? I think
not."
Dayton snorts. "Such a fucking lame excuse,
Con!"
I shrug. "Maybe."
The two of us saunter groggily toward the
ensemble gathered. Marcas and Luther are facing all eight hybrids
while Will, Marion, and Grace stand behind the Demon brothers with
arms crossed.
"Took long enough," Will remarks wryly as
Dayton and I settle in next to him.
I yawn dramatically."No one has ever accused
me of being a morning person."
Will shakes his head before turning back to
the training in progress.
"And here you're supposed to be joining the
hybrids in the fray, traversing the world of darkness, slaying the
heebie jeebie bad guys. You know, being gung ho and all that
jazz."
I glance at him from the corner of my
eye.
"I've seen my birth certificate, Cuz. Nowhere
on there does it say Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee."
Luther throws us a look over his shoulder,
and I salute him with my cup before quieting.
"We know what each one of you are
capable of," Marcas says as he marches in front of the hybrids.
They don't look the least bit exhausted. I'm assuming I've missed
the whole "the spear is hidden within a deadly labyrinth spiel."
That would wake anyone up. Well, almost anyone.
"What we don't know is how well you can not
only control your powers but work as a group.
to me, her expression sour.
"Am I the only one who thinks these people
speak in a different language about eighty percent of the time?"
Deidra complains.
I laugh and put an arm around her shoulder.
"I'm with you, Imp. Definitely foreign talk."
Gwenyth and Hesther are on their knees on the
couch, their arms on the back as they stare at us, their giggles
obvious.
"It's possible," Gwenyth says.
"Think about it, Bruno," Hesther adds.
Lyre is leaning against the living room wall
now, her expression cross, her hands still rubbing inconspicuously
at her derriere.
"It's a crazy idea," she says loudly.
No one is paying attention to her, and I can
feel the excitement as it moves through the room. I'm still
confused, and I arch a brow before looking down at Deidra.
"Pig Latin," I mutter.
She grins. "Hog wash."
I laugh. "Klingon."
Deidra gives me an odd, confused look, and I
throw my hands up.
"Seriously?" I ask. "You know, the Klingon
language? Star Trek?"
Deidra shakes her head. I sigh.
"Okay," I say. "Na'vi?"
Deidra nods and grins.
"Now that one I know," she says.
"Avatar."
Bruno shakes his head and actually rolls his
eyes. "It's not a foreign language, you two. Fiona is definitely
onto something. And it will take all of us."
"I'm in," Gray says immediately. Gwenyth and
Hesther nod their agreement and Fiona claps.
"This is ridiculous," Lyre says, but she
doesn't disagree.
Deidra and I shrug.
"Why not?" I say before bending to whisper in
Deidra's ear. "Atlantean."
She laughs as all of the hybrids gather in
the middle of the room. Bruno looks up at me.
"Ready?" he asks.
Whether or not I am, I nod, and the room
suddenly fills with power.
Chapter 10
Conor
It's too early to be doing anything other
than sleeping, and I hide a yawn as I sip carefully on the
Styrofoam cup of strong, black coffee I hold in my hand before
stepping over the stone fence surrounding the training field near
the hybrid's cottage. There is fog along the ground, the mist
weaving over the rocky terrain and sparse grass, leaving behind a
dampness that seems to seep into the bones.
"Nothing like Mississippi, is it?" Dayton
grumbles from behind me, and I grin impishly as she stumbles over
the stone wall. Next to Deidra, Dayton is the shortest person
present.
"I don't know. The humidity doesn't seem all
that different," I point out.
She shoves me from behind."You could
have helped me over the wall, you barbarian. This whole 'my mom
raised a Southern gentleman thing' girls have always fallen for is
such a lie ."
I gesture at the training field, and Dayton
looks over at the group in the distance.
"And have Marcas see me touch you? I think
not."
Dayton snorts. "Such a fucking lame excuse,
Con!"
I shrug. "Maybe."
The two of us saunter groggily toward the
ensemble gathered. Marcas and Luther are facing all eight hybrids
while Will, Marion, and Grace stand behind the Demon brothers with
arms crossed.
"Took long enough," Will remarks wryly as
Dayton and I settle in next to him.
I yawn dramatically."No one has ever accused
me of being a morning person."
Will shakes his head before turning back to
the training in progress.
"And here you're supposed to be joining the
hybrids in the fray, traversing the world of darkness, slaying the
heebie jeebie bad guys. You know, being gung ho and all that
jazz."
I glance at him from the corner of my
eye.
"I've seen my birth certificate, Cuz. Nowhere
on there does it say Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee."
Luther throws us a look over his shoulder,
and I salute him with my cup before quieting.
"We know what each one of you are
capable of," Marcas says as he marches in front of the hybrids.
They don't look the least bit exhausted. I'm assuming I've missed
the whole "the spear is hidden within a deadly labyrinth spiel."
That would wake anyone up. Well, almost anyone.
"What we don't know is how well you can not
only control your powers but work as a group.
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