Read Online Mystics #1: The Seventh Sense by Kim Richardson - Free Book Online

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mirrors, and even though she had seen them the night before, she still jumped when
a hairy man with four legs scurried out of a ruby red mirror on her right.
    Tristan chuckled, and she pushed him playfully.
    As they passed the front desk, Zoey could see that Mrs. Andrews and an
older woman with short, white hair were in deep conversation. The two women
looked up as they neared, and Mrs. Andrews waved desperately to get Zoey’s
attention. But Zoey pretended not to see them and kept moving. Mrs. Andrews probably
only wanted to boast to her friend that she knew the Drifter. Besides, Zoey suspected
that Mrs. Andrews was only going to say something very rude to her, so it was
best to avoid them all together.
    She let out a shaky breath and inhaled deeply. She tried to breathe
normally, but she could tell she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Why was
she so panicked? She was as tough as they came. But even as she tried to
convince herself so, it only seemed to increase her nerves. She had to force
herself to think of something else.
    “So, do you have a girlfriend or something?” she blurted out. She regretted
it as soon as she said it. She felt stupid and forward, but the words were already
out there.
    Tristan’s face darkened to a deep shade of burgundy, and he looked
embarrassed. Zoey felt even more uncomfortable. Great , now he thought she was a freak. Her ears burned, and she
wanted to kick herself for being so dumb. How could she say something like that ?
    The main hall branched out like a T, with two corridors on either
side. Tristan turned to the left and stopped before large double doors with “Sevenths’
Academy, Room 1D” written in bold black letters on the front.
    “I don’t know how they teach at the Mutes’ schools,” began Tristan,
“but here the operative program is divided into two sections—theoretical and
practical. The theoretical part is from nine to noon. We have a break for lunch,
and then it’s practical from one to three. I prefer practical—it’s when the fun
really starts—it’s when we learn to use weapons and go out on field assignments.
You’ll see—you’ll get your chance pretty soon.”
    Zoey just nodded. She still felt like an idiot because of what she
had said moments before.
    Tristan lowered his voice. “We can’t talk during class, so we can meet
after and go for lunch, if you want.”
    He started forward and then turned, “Oh—and the answer is no .”
    “Sorry?”
    Tristan scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, his ears reddening.
“I mean that I don’t have a girlfriend.”
    Zoey stood wide-eyed, blood draining from her face. “Oh, right. Okay,
thanks.” Thanks ? She repeated in her
head. I’m such a moron.
    Tristan smiled at her and then turned. Zoey hesitated and then
followed him in, feeling more and more like a fool.
    The room was large, about the size of three regular classrooms in
one. It was divided into two sections. The right side was lined with desks and computers.
The opposite side looked like a gym with floor mats, hanging ropes, bean bags, and
circular, colored target stands on wheels like she had seen before at an
archery competition. The far wall was lined with shelves of weapons. There were
daggers, batons, swords, sledge hammers, axes, metal nets, and a large variety
of sharp looking weapons she didn’t recognize.
    And then her heart stopped. All eyes were on her. She had been so
enthralled with the room that she had temporarily forgotten where she was.
    The other eighteen students in the room had turned around and were staring
at her with shocked expressions. She could hear them whispering. She met their curious
stares head on, and one by one the students turned back around and faced the
front.
    A woman with gray, chin-length hair sat behind a desk at the far end
of the room, facing the students. Zoey imagined it was Agent Ward. She sat very
straight and watched Zoey through black-rimmed glasses. Even at a distance, Zoey
could see