Love's Cruel Redemption (The Ghost Bird Series)

“That could have been anyone,” I said.

“It could have been, including someone from Mr. Hendricks. Or this Volto character. At this point, we need to prove coincidence, not assume it.”

That was true.

Mr. Blackbourne took to putting a few of the chairs down from their stacks. I helped to push them a little closer to the chalkboard.

But before long, Kota arrived, followed by Nathan. They both wore similar uniforms, with Nathan carrying his jacket under his arm and without a tie. Kota wore the whole ensemble together, with a tie tucked into his closed jacket.

I brightened seeing them, especially walking in together. Nathan looked tired, with dark shadows under his eyes, but he perked up when he saw me. He shortly waved to me while waiting on Kota to get through the door, and hurried to me to give me a quick, deep hug.

“Did he tell you about your sister?” Nathan said in my ear. I sensed him dropping the jacket on the floor behind me to complete the hug.

“Yes,” I said. I held his hug for a long moment before I stepped back a half step. “I’m still kind of processing.”

He held at me a moment longer, looking at the outfit and grinning. “Hey, we match. About time you wore that.” He broke off the hug to pull back and then looked up at Mr. Blackbourne. “They didn’t do anything else last night, but they didn’t want to come into school today, even though I said they should. Marie’s scared shitless of this place now.”

“Probably more fear of embarrassment than actual fear,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “Her getting called in repeatedly gets her teased in class. But also, I imagine she’s tired of Mr. Hendricks’s threats, and I don’t blame her. However, she’s got to know by now it’s meritless. We’ve told her as much. He never gives her any punishments. And he asks the same questions.” He sighed and then looked at me. “What do you think? Should we give you sister and her friend what they want?”

“I’m not sure about Danielle,” I said. “Only with Marie...her being miserable for the rest of the school year and possibly next if she comes back would be tough. I know she’s only a junior, but I wasn’t sure she’d return after summer anyway.”

“Mr. Hendricks won’t be here then,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “But I’m not sure the environment will be much better after he’s gone.”

“It’ll take a while for the attitude with students and teachers to change,” Kota said. “Everyone’s tense. Faculty is suspicious of each other.”

“Marie’s not exactly an honor roll student anyway,” Nathan said. He looked at me. “And she wasn’t before. Right?”

“No,” I said. “Never, really. She did enough to get by.”

“She may not know her talents yet,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “But she won’t find it here. Legally, she could drop out. She’s seventeen, and in South Carolina, that’s the age it could be done. But let’s not tell her this. Maybe she doesn’t know. Let’s pretend dropping out isn’t an option yet. I’d rather her think she needs another alternative. I don’t think taking her out of school to wither away at home to be a good thing.”

“She probably needs to talk to someone,” I said. “Maybe Lily...I didn’t have much hope for the future before I met you guys. I was just trying to survive. She doesn’t really have a plan for herself. Not that I know of.”

The others nodded simultaneously.

Kota seemed to finally see the uniform I was wearing and then blinked a few times. “I didn’t think you’d be wearing that yet.”

“We pushed up the deadline,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “You’ll hear why in a bit, when the others get here.”

Kota tilted his head, and then reached out, brushing fingertips across the hidden heart on the patch. “Is it too warm?” he asked. “Mine gets pretty hot during the day.”

“It’s okay right now,” I said, enjoying his sweet-natured concerned for my comfort.

“If you get uncomfortable, there are spare clothes in our cars. Borrow whatever you need.”

Before I could answer, the music room door opened.

The other guys appeared, starting with Victor, who wore the uniform sans tie, but with just his Armani shirt instead of the traditional one. His wavy hair had a bit of curl as it had gotten longer around the ears.

He approached, admiring the uniform I wore and beamed. “Morning,” he said brightly.

“Good morning.”

He reached out to the front collar of my jacket, feeling the material. “How is yours nicer? I want one like yours.”

North and Silas entered the room. North wore a black sweater over his tie and shirt. He still hadn’t shaved and appeared older than the others by a couple of years now.

Silas moved beside him, but his big brown eyes were shadowed. His lips stretched into a yawn as he walked. His wide shoulders and broad chest were stuffed into the jacket, and he wore his tie loose around his neck.

Silas put a hand on my back, saying good morning. He looked down at the uniform then made a half grin. “I don’t want to make a school girls are hot comment. Usually I find it creepy. What am I supposed to say if I actually like the girl?”

North grunted at Silas. “Just think if Rocky says it.”

Silas frowned. “I don’t want to think about that. Sang, don’t change your clothes just because Rocky might say something. Punch him if he does.”

North snorted, stopped, turned, sniffed the air. He leaned over me, smelling. “What did you put in that bath last night?”

I shrugged. “Multiple bath bombs.”

He nodded. “That scent lasts a while. Better than soap.”

“You like it?”

“You smell like I should tell Luke to stay away. He’d bite off a finger.”

Silas leaned in, sniffing hard near my shoulder. “Sugar? Strawberry?” He backed up. “How did you know from so far away? Your nose is as good as your hearing now?”

“She’s not the only one who can smell things,” North said, walking further into the room to talk to Mr. Blackbourne.

Gabriel came in behind them. He wore the shirt with his tie and didn’t carry a jacket at all. Luke was behind him, just the shirt, unbuttoned at the top two buttons and untucked.

Gabriel went right over to me, inspecting the outfit. He cocked a brow. “Hm. I don’t think I like the jacket on you.”

Luke leaned into Gabriel, his hand to his chin like he was judging me. “Hmmm...I’d wear it.”

“You don’t wear your own,” Gabriel said.

“It’s stiff. Hers looks softer.”

Gabriel groaned. He waved a finger in my direction. “This is only for school, okay? Bad enough we’ve got to wear something like this.”

“She looks okay,” Luke said.

“She looks fabulous. The outfit isn’t worth the bother.”

It felt like it had been a while since I was with so many of them in the same room without someone like Erica or Jessica nearby. I realized then how being around anyone else besides them made communication feel stifled. We couldn’t talk about anything, the relationship, Academy work, personal family issues... Even their goofy banter seemed cut off when others were around.

Maybe we needed our own place more than I realized. We needed somewhere secure they could all be free to communicate openly.

“We’re only missing Dr. Green?” Mr. Blackbourne asked as he inspected the others. He motioned to Luke to tuck his shirt in. Luke did, but he left the buttons undone.

“On his way,” Kota said. “A little slow this morning after a late night at the hospital, and his mother this morning...”

Mr. Blackbourne delicately touched the corner of his glasses. “We’ll have to work without him and he’ll need to catch up. He’ll probably have to hurry to teach his classes anyway. I think he’s a volunteer sub for a couple of classes today.”

“I didn’t know he did that,” I said.