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Authors: Juliette Cross
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to school. Write your stories, or whatever it is you do, and stay out of this world.”
Fire lanced up my body, filling my cheeks. “Look, Kol .” I refused to even give him the respect of authority. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I write or why I write, so stay out of my world and out of my damn business.”
I pushed past him, fuming. If I never saw him again, it would be way too fucking soon.
Chapter 5
When my comm buzzed me awake with an invitation for breakfast and a debriefing from Lorian, I accepted immediately, knowing it wasn’t a request. I rolled myself out of bed, slipped on some sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a fleece pull-over, then headed to the Morgon district. Walking onto the terrace of Lorian and Sorcha’s high-rise home, I squinted at the mid-morning sun skimming above the skyline. A shaft of pink-gold light shot across the top of Sorcha’s copper hair, giving her an angelic halo. Of course, I knew my sister’s best friend was far from an angel.
“There’s our damsel causing distress, teasing those Morgon boys into a testosterone frenzy.” She tipped a fluted glass in the air with a mischievous smile. “Mimosa?”
I took a seat at her breakfast table, framed by tall pillars of white marble, and gaped at the jaw-dropping view of the city. On this side of town, the skyscrapers took on a different shape. Rather than straight and linear, they slanted to a flat-top pinnacle. Some were a combination of stone and steel, rather than steel alone, jutting up into the sky like Morgon-made mountains. The tip-top was flat, of course, for lift-off and landing, and terraces jutted out around the uppermost floors, but the unusual design somehow made sense. The symmetry of Morgon buildings was more aligned to nature, creating a skyline of poetic beauty, rather than a statement of human might and power. I marveled at the rising sun, shielded by puffy clouds that softened the light pouring across the blue-tiled terrace.
“I didn’t tease anyone into a frenzy. Where are you getting your faulty information?”
She giggled. “I can’t reveal my sources.”
With my words thrown back in my face, she pushed a plate of pastries toward me. I rolled my eyes and nibbled on a cream-filled one as she went on.
“The story is that you disappeared from Kraven without informing him of your whereabouts, flirted with the possible ringleader of the Devlin Butchers, then tried to follow him down the deserted corridor where two of the girls had been kidnapped.”
My blood was boiling by the time she finished. “Are you kidding me?” I dropped the pastry on the plate. “I know who your source is. That damn Kol Moonring.” This man was infuriating, butting in where his thoughts and opinions were most definitely unwelcome. “And I don’t want him on my detail anymore. I—”
I stopped abruptly as their house servant, Vincent, appeared at the table, carrying a silver-covered serving dish. I reeled in my temper as he lifted the cover, revealing a tri-sectioned server of fluffy scrambled eggs, sliced ham, and a fruit medley. He leaned forward with a tight bow, then stepped soundlessly back into the house.
I spooned some eggs, strawberries, grapes, and sliced bananas onto my plate. Never one to pass up a free meal, especially one smelling as delicious as this, I forked a huge bite of the eggs.
Sorcha picked up right where we’d left off. “Moira dear, you were the one who asked for help, for protection,” she remarked coolly, grinning like the wicked fiend she was, sipping her champagne-and-orange-juice breakfast, leaving the protein and pastries to me. “Begged, actually.”
“Well, I want a replacement.” I stuffed a whole strawberry in my mouth, chewed, then added, “Someone less asinine.”
“He’s the best. Lucius and Lorian insist on the best. Otherwise, they’ll block you at every turn, and you’ll never get your story. Besides, I wouldn’t allow you to get involved if I
Fire lanced up my body, filling my cheeks. “Look, Kol .” I refused to even give him the respect of authority. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I write or why I write, so stay out of my world and out of my damn business.”
I pushed past him, fuming. If I never saw him again, it would be way too fucking soon.
Chapter 5
When my comm buzzed me awake with an invitation for breakfast and a debriefing from Lorian, I accepted immediately, knowing it wasn’t a request. I rolled myself out of bed, slipped on some sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a fleece pull-over, then headed to the Morgon district. Walking onto the terrace of Lorian and Sorcha’s high-rise home, I squinted at the mid-morning sun skimming above the skyline. A shaft of pink-gold light shot across the top of Sorcha’s copper hair, giving her an angelic halo. Of course, I knew my sister’s best friend was far from an angel.
“There’s our damsel causing distress, teasing those Morgon boys into a testosterone frenzy.” She tipped a fluted glass in the air with a mischievous smile. “Mimosa?”
I took a seat at her breakfast table, framed by tall pillars of white marble, and gaped at the jaw-dropping view of the city. On this side of town, the skyscrapers took on a different shape. Rather than straight and linear, they slanted to a flat-top pinnacle. Some were a combination of stone and steel, rather than steel alone, jutting up into the sky like Morgon-made mountains. The tip-top was flat, of course, for lift-off and landing, and terraces jutted out around the uppermost floors, but the unusual design somehow made sense. The symmetry of Morgon buildings was more aligned to nature, creating a skyline of poetic beauty, rather than a statement of human might and power. I marveled at the rising sun, shielded by puffy clouds that softened the light pouring across the blue-tiled terrace.
“I didn’t tease anyone into a frenzy. Where are you getting your faulty information?”
She giggled. “I can’t reveal my sources.”
With my words thrown back in my face, she pushed a plate of pastries toward me. I rolled my eyes and nibbled on a cream-filled one as she went on.
“The story is that you disappeared from Kraven without informing him of your whereabouts, flirted with the possible ringleader of the Devlin Butchers, then tried to follow him down the deserted corridor where two of the girls had been kidnapped.”
My blood was boiling by the time she finished. “Are you kidding me?” I dropped the pastry on the plate. “I know who your source is. That damn Kol Moonring.” This man was infuriating, butting in where his thoughts and opinions were most definitely unwelcome. “And I don’t want him on my detail anymore. I—”
I stopped abruptly as their house servant, Vincent, appeared at the table, carrying a silver-covered serving dish. I reeled in my temper as he lifted the cover, revealing a tri-sectioned server of fluffy scrambled eggs, sliced ham, and a fruit medley. He leaned forward with a tight bow, then stepped soundlessly back into the house.
I spooned some eggs, strawberries, grapes, and sliced bananas onto my plate. Never one to pass up a free meal, especially one smelling as delicious as this, I forked a huge bite of the eggs.
Sorcha picked up right where we’d left off. “Moira dear, you were the one who asked for help, for protection,” she remarked coolly, grinning like the wicked fiend she was, sipping her champagne-and-orange-juice breakfast, leaving the protein and pastries to me. “Begged, actually.”
“Well, I want a replacement.” I stuffed a whole strawberry in my mouth, chewed, then added, “Someone less asinine.”
“He’s the best. Lucius and Lorian insist on the best. Otherwise, they’ll block you at every turn, and you’ll never get your story. Besides, I wouldn’t allow you to get involved if I
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