of the blade bit
into the skin of his neck. He did not attempt to break free. He knew Drew too
well, and waited patiently for his moment.
‘What can I say?’ Drew said smugly.
That was Caspian’s move. Reaching up, he elbowed Drew in the gut, took a firm
hold of his knife hand, spun out of his grasp and twisted the hand behind
Drew’s back. He then pried the knife from Drew’s fingers and shoved it to his
neck, grinning.
‘Touché,’ Drew said, swallowing against the metal.
‘Idiots,’ muttered Logan, despite the smile on his face.
Caspian let go of Drew and the two boys turned on Logan, who at that moment
made the wise decision to leave before he was dragged into the fight.
They often did that; fought each other. It not only helped to strengthen
their fighting techniques but they felt that it was good to keep one another on
their toes. It helped to keep them fit and well trained, although they were all
regarded as some of the highest trained students in the state, if not, the
country, thanks to Leo’s experience.
Caspian moved away, grasping a hold of his towel and wiping his face and neck,
watching as Drew hastily packed the equipment up.
‘What do you think of Laura?’ Caspian asked, crossing the room to help.
Drew shrugged.
Raising an eyebrow, he pressed on, ‘she’s brave, I’ll give her that. I don’t
know how she has managed to pull herself together after losing her father only
a few days ago.’
‘I guess we all deal with death in different ways.’
‘Still, she must be a mess inside. I feel sorry for her. Not knowing what has
happened to her mum, especially since her dad is gone. That must be the hardest
part.’
Drew looked up at that, his eyes glazing over as if in a daydream, ‘yeah. It
would be hard,’ he said, ‘she is a strong girl. Back at her house, when I found
her, she was holding herself together well.’ His head dipped back down and he
could hear Caspian chuckling to himself.
Drew glanced sideways at him, ‘what is it?’
Caspian looked up, his cheeks dimpled with a smile, ‘she is very curious too.
Rightly so, considering she is only just learning about us, but still. It’s
very amusing watching her as she takes everything in.’
Drew paused in the middle of his packing, his eyes flickering away from
Caspian’s, ‘I can imagine she would want to know everything she can so she’s
prepared to find her mother. It would be very hard.’
Caspian lifted the basket of weapons from the ground, ‘yeah it really is
hard, I’m still learning things that you all know already,’ he said as
he headed for the door, ‘I’ll take these back, see you later,’ he called over
his shoulder as he moved towards the stairs.
Drew called back a good bye, ignoring the pang of jealously that hit him.
After
realising that sitting around moping in the library wouldn’t do her any good,
Laura had retreated to her bedroom to apply the cream Stella had given her,
finding that the cut was indeed healing well, and relax before meeting Drew.
She was surprisingly excited about training, and she observed her watch
anxiously as time moved slowly, until finally the hand ticked over to 9:50am.
She headed out into the hallway ready to track down Drew, when she noticed
that Grace was making her way along the passage to her bedroom with a pile of
un-folded and crinkled clothes in her arms. She dropped a shirt from the top and
the pile swayed slightly as she tried to grab it before it hit the ground. She
managed to hook it onto her foot, and was left hopping about to stay upright.
‘Damn,’
‘Oh here, let me help you,’ Laura said, grabbing the shirt from Grace’s foot,
allowing her to regain her balance.
‘Thank you. These are some of my older clothes, they should fit you. And on
the bottom is a set of old training gear you can change into. They are much
more comfortable, trust me,’ she said as Laura opened the door to her room
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