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the life suddenly taken from them.
I wake up at once, a fistful of my bedcovers in each hand. My writing pad lies beside me and I’m not sure where I am at first.
“Crazy ass dream,” I whisper aloud, my voice a hiss echoing off the walls of my empty room.
If I were one of the Seraphine’s seers, then I could easily make sense out of what I have just experienced. I’m not, though. I don’t need the power of sight to know that the white doves represented my people and I suspect the bluebird, the beautiful one with the strange squawk, is meant to be Caleb.
It has taken about an hour of sleep to clear my head, drowning out images of the hurt I’ve seen in Caleb’s eyes when I suddenly cut our ocean date short.
You have got to get it together or you’re going to lose both your mind and relationship, sweetie.
I need to tell Caleb about Raze’s ghost. He thinks I don’t believe in him, in us. It’s not that I don’t trust him. A part of me doesn’t trust that silent part of myself; the darkness I know without a doubt Bernael is using to link the Dark Seraphine’s power to mine.
Peace won’t be paying me a visit today. Downstairs, I hear people arguing. I release a long sigh, stand up and head out of my room, taking my time going down each step so I can get a clue about the identities of my hidden debaters.
“No one here likes me,” I hear Cori’s voice telling someone. “Maybe I should’ve just stayed where I was. At least Bernael’s people didn’t treat me like a pariah.”
“Don’t be dramatic, Coriana,” I hear Mabry saying. “All the Light’s children are welcome here.”
Principal Armstrong scoffs. “He doesn’t think so,” Cori responds.
“Human opinions on matters of celestial affairs do not concern those who have come to me for assistance inside this house,” Mabry says, his voice rising the tiniest bit, emphasizing his last few words.
Mabry is one of those people who’s always unnaturally calm; as in, he never raises his voice or loses control. I have no doubt all our lives are safe with someone like him around, but I’m still trying to get over Mabry agreeing to allow the Principal of my school and his small band of rebels he calls the Tribunal—a group of thirty or so humans who are well versed in the principles of alchemy and who’ve aligned with Mabry’s order of supernatural mystics—to learn the location of the safe house.
It doesn’t make me feel any better that Principal Armstrong is the only one in the Tribunal allowed to come inside the house. None of this is fair. If Caleb isn’t allowed to set foot in my new home, then it’s not somewhere I care to stay for a long time, either.
“Don’t make those words come back to haunt you, magician,” the principal retorts. A brief silence filled with tension follows. I’ve now made my way to the outside of the door to the living room, afraid to make too much noise for fear of being seen during such a heated moment.
Sure, the Alchemists of Bardonia are known as a peaceable, loving group—mystics who belong to a dying breed—but I’ve heard the stories of how those who cross these descendants of the Archangel Michael tend to either disappear or don’t live to tell about their experience. I could definitely see Mabry zapping someone who ticks him off, yet then apologizing as he stands over his victim’s dust heap. I don’t want to find myself falling into either of those categories.
I peek into the room. The two men face each other, their backs remain turned to me, although Cori spots me right away. She passes a knowing smile in my direction.
Cori and I have faced all kinds of resistance since she came here a couple days ago. No one trusts the girl I’ve brought home with me. We’re all the same in this house, the Seraphines and other young people from Bardonia, the land of the celestials on the other side of the veil. However most of these kids are here to train in the demon slayer arts. Cori is the only
I wake up at once, a fistful of my bedcovers in each hand. My writing pad lies beside me and I’m not sure where I am at first.
“Crazy ass dream,” I whisper aloud, my voice a hiss echoing off the walls of my empty room.
If I were one of the Seraphine’s seers, then I could easily make sense out of what I have just experienced. I’m not, though. I don’t need the power of sight to know that the white doves represented my people and I suspect the bluebird, the beautiful one with the strange squawk, is meant to be Caleb.
It has taken about an hour of sleep to clear my head, drowning out images of the hurt I’ve seen in Caleb’s eyes when I suddenly cut our ocean date short.
You have got to get it together or you’re going to lose both your mind and relationship, sweetie.
I need to tell Caleb about Raze’s ghost. He thinks I don’t believe in him, in us. It’s not that I don’t trust him. A part of me doesn’t trust that silent part of myself; the darkness I know without a doubt Bernael is using to link the Dark Seraphine’s power to mine.
Peace won’t be paying me a visit today. Downstairs, I hear people arguing. I release a long sigh, stand up and head out of my room, taking my time going down each step so I can get a clue about the identities of my hidden debaters.
“No one here likes me,” I hear Cori’s voice telling someone. “Maybe I should’ve just stayed where I was. At least Bernael’s people didn’t treat me like a pariah.”
“Don’t be dramatic, Coriana,” I hear Mabry saying. “All the Light’s children are welcome here.”
Principal Armstrong scoffs. “He doesn’t think so,” Cori responds.
“Human opinions on matters of celestial affairs do not concern those who have come to me for assistance inside this house,” Mabry says, his voice rising the tiniest bit, emphasizing his last few words.
Mabry is one of those people who’s always unnaturally calm; as in, he never raises his voice or loses control. I have no doubt all our lives are safe with someone like him around, but I’m still trying to get over Mabry agreeing to allow the Principal of my school and his small band of rebels he calls the Tribunal—a group of thirty or so humans who are well versed in the principles of alchemy and who’ve aligned with Mabry’s order of supernatural mystics—to learn the location of the safe house.
It doesn’t make me feel any better that Principal Armstrong is the only one in the Tribunal allowed to come inside the house. None of this is fair. If Caleb isn’t allowed to set foot in my new home, then it’s not somewhere I care to stay for a long time, either.
“Don’t make those words come back to haunt you, magician,” the principal retorts. A brief silence filled with tension follows. I’ve now made my way to the outside of the door to the living room, afraid to make too much noise for fear of being seen during such a heated moment.
Sure, the Alchemists of Bardonia are known as a peaceable, loving group—mystics who belong to a dying breed—but I’ve heard the stories of how those who cross these descendants of the Archangel Michael tend to either disappear or don’t live to tell about their experience. I could definitely see Mabry zapping someone who ticks him off, yet then apologizing as he stands over his victim’s dust heap. I don’t want to find myself falling into either of those categories.
I peek into the room. The two men face each other, their backs remain turned to me, although Cori spots me right away. She passes a knowing smile in my direction.
Cori and I have faced all kinds of resistance since she came here a couple days ago. No one trusts the girl I’ve brought home with me. We’re all the same in this house, the Seraphines and other young people from Bardonia, the land of the celestials on the other side of the veil. However most of these kids are here to train in the demon slayer arts. Cori is the only
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