Once in bed, I found sleep totally eluding me as I turned over in my mind the new information Vali had gathered. The bloodstone ring seemed pretty damn vital to mastering my newfound powers, and when he had described what it looked like, a sick feeling had settled in my stomach.
I’d seen a ring like that before, and it wasn’t one I’d likely forget. Suzette, the woman who had run the foster home I’d spent the majority of my childhood in, wore one that sounded almost identical to what Vali had described. I should know; my skin had worn the print of it enough damn times for it to be imprinted on my memory like a brand.
After Jonathan’s agents had raided the home and rescued all the kids, Suzette had been charged and jailed, so I had no doubt she no longer had it. But she must know where to find it.
Now all I needed to do was work out where she was incarcerated and get there to speak with her without needing to explain the whole thing to my dad.
The soft click and slide of my bedroom door opening set my heart pounding until I saw who it was.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Caleb,” I hissed. “You scared the damn pants off me!”
“Oh really?” he asked with a coy smile. “I think I’m okay with this.”
He toed his boots off beside my bed and stripped down to his boxers before sliding under the covers beside me.
“Cal,” I murmured, as he gathered me into his arms and snuggled in. “Don’t you have your own bedroom?”
“Uh-huh,” he said with a content-sounding sigh. “But you’re not in there.”
“Mmm, I can’t argue with that logic.” I relaxed against him and found a comfortable place for my face on his chest. “Where have you been, anyway?”
“Shhh, Kitty Kat,” he shushed. “Sleep time now.”
As much as I wanted to argue and make him tell me what the hell he’d been up to, I truly was tired. Yawning heavily, I closed my eyes and let my mind float as my nose filled with Caleb’s cookie-like scent. Dimly, I wondered if maybe his weird behavior had something to do with the healing.
In the morning, I hadn’t been summoned to answer questions on my healing of the girl who’d fallen through the stair guard. Even stranger still was that the railing was back to normal like nothing had ever happened, and the girl was missing from class. I wanted to ask someone what had happened to her, but stupid me didn’t even know her name.
“Maybe she’s in medical?” Lucy suggested when I told her about the strange feeling I was getting. “Even if you did convince her she wasn’t that injured, she’d be in there getting her head examined, at the very least, for thinking she’d fallen four stories and walked away unscathed.” Lucy shrugged, tossing the wooden knife back to me. We were learning basic knife skills, and I was breezing through the class thanks to my months spent training with the guys.
“True. Something just feels...” I trailed off with no idea what word I was looking for.
“Suspicious?” she supplied, and I nodded. “I get it, babe. You’ve had a hellish few months lately, so you’re second-guessing everything.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I flipped the wooden knife in my hand, and without even really thinking about what I was doing, threw it at the target across the room.
The blunt practice blade hit the bullseye with a heavy sound, sticking straight out of the foam target, and the whole room fell silent.
Shit. Kit, way to draw attention to yourself.
We had not been practicing blade throwing, nor should that wooden knife have been anywhere near sharp enough to actually penetrate the target. At least, not with human-level strength behind it.
“Sorry, Sir!” Caleb yelled, dashing over to the target and yanking the blade out quickly, disappearing it under his coat for a second before pulling out a real one. “I gave Kit a sharper one to prove she hadn’t lost her eye for throwing.”
“Of course you did.” The instructor, a silver-haired gentleman named Instructor Pine, sighed. Caleb had begged to accompany me today, knowing it was going to be combat training. The instructor clearly had a soft spot for him, too, because instead of the screaming lecture I might have expected, he just got a frustrated reprimand.
“Think about the safety of the recruits before handing out edged blades in the future, please, Mr. King,” Instructor Pine groused, then flicked a look at me that seemed vaguely impressed. “Good throwing, Miss Davenport.”
“Understood, Sir. Won’t happen again.” Caleb grinned and made his way back over to Lucy and I.
“Kitty Kat... what were you thinking?” he murmured softly, glancing around at the other recruits. “I thought we were keeping things on the down low?”
“We are.” I sulked. “I wasn’t thinking. Too much knife throwing with you in the last few months made it a reflex move.”
“Well, maybe try and rein in the feats of impossible strength until you’re ready to go public with your magic? I can’t say for sure if the instructors have been filled in by the director, but you know the other recruits don’t know.” He handed the knife back to me—the wooden one, that was—and gave me a stern look.
“You think it’d come to that? Going public about magic, I mean?” I nervously tugged at my long braid. “Kind of sounds like a one-way ticket to the loony bin, don’t you think?”
“I think the way things are going, it’s unavoidable. If Vali’s information from Vic turns out to be true, then there are a lot more supernaturals out there with full knowledge of what they are.” Caleb sighed and ran a hand over his face. He looked tired, and I was tempted to ask again what he’d been doing in the evenings.
“Be that as it may, I’m just not totally sure I want to be the one responsible for outing them. You know?” I kicked at the blue foam safety mat we were standing on. Around us, the other recruits went back to practicing their basic knife-fighting moves, but more than one gave me a wary glance.
“I get it, Kitty Kat. Believe me.” Caleb heaved a sigh. “Keep teaching Lucy; she sucks at this. I’ll be watching.” He threw a wink at me and retreated back to the bleachers to watch. My guardians had been advised that although they were allowed to be present, on Jonathan’s approval, they weren’t to participate in the lessons.
“Rude,” Lucy muttered. “I do not suck.” She snatched the wooden blade from me, fumbled it, and dropped it onto her toe. “Oh, shut up you!” She yelled at Caleb, who had just barked a laugh at her expense.
“It’s okay, Luce. You kick butt at the smart stuff, so you’re allowed to suck a bit at this.” I grinned broadly at her, trying not to tease. “Let’s start again.”
As fun as it was to tease my bestie, knowing how she usually excelled in everything, I really did need her to learn some self-defense skills. My enemies had already proven they weren’t above hurting Lucy to get to me, and I couldn’t risk it happening again.
14
AUSTIN
My teeth ground together so hard I thought they might crack. How the fuck had I not seen this coming?