Chapter 17
Was I lusting over him?
Yes, sure. He was hot, and I wasn’t going to deny that.
If I could’ve jumped on top of him right now, I probably would’ve–Lumia or not. Well, I was still a virgin–but if I wasn’t, I definitely would’ve.
What was I even thinking?
I shook the thought away, trying to focus.
The chair screeched as Kylan pushed it back and stood up. “One small backpack,” he said. “Don’t make it too heavy, and don’t bring anything you can’t carry.”
Kylan walked away, and Nate got up right after him. As he passed me, he reached over and ruffled my hair again–it seemed to be his thing. “See you tonight, beautiful,” he grinned,
before following him.
My lips curled into a smile. I wasn’t in the best mood, but there was something about
Nate that just made my day.
The smile was short–lived as I looked ahead, straight into the eyes of Dylan.
He shot me one of his usual cold glares, leaving me to wonder what I had done this time.
“You shouldn’t get too close to them,” Dylan scolded. “They’re dangerous. From a different hierarchy.”
I laughed to myself, shaking my head. If only he knew.
“Oh, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” I replied, meaning every word of it. Nate was
Nate, and Kylan…I wasn’t even going to start on that.
Dylan’s face didn’t soften. All I got was a sigh and an eye roll as he stood up from the table, preparing to leave. Instead of leaving, he just stood there, staring at me. Confused, I frowned, wondering what his deal was.
“I’m proud of you, kid,” Dylan said quietly, so soft that if I had breathed the wrong way, I
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might have missed it. “Keep up the good work.”
My mouth hung open, unsure of how to respond, and before I could say anything, he had already walked away.
What?
Dylan had never said anything like that to me before. Words like that didn’t exist at the Bloodrose pack and especially not in his vocabulary.
It just didn’t make any sense. Maybe he hadn’t vouched for me because I was a healer, but to keep himself close to me and laugh in my face when I’d fail.
Was he mocking me?
Yes, that had to be it. It sure sounded like the Dylan I knew.
I squeezed the night pass in my hand, slowly shifting my mindset. I was going to make the team, show them they were wrong about me, and I was going to perform so well that Kylan wouldn’t be able to reject me, even if he wanted to.
With no classes for the next two days, I had enough time to give it everything I had.
In the evening, I packed a small backpack. It was filled with some snacks, water, extra clothes and a few antidotes just in case.
Trinity, who had helped me pack, claimed to be jealous of me going outside the gates. I didn’t feel that excited though. Heading into the woods in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly my idea of fun.
We spent some time hanging out, watching a movie–but I couldn’t exactly focus. My mind kept going back to the Elite Team.
For some reason, she didn’t ask about Kylan, and I appreciated that.
At some point, I went to bed, hoping to get some rest. Ten minutes before midnight, I grabbed my bag and my pass, ready to head out.
The dorm was dark and quiet, and I did my best to sneak out without making too much
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noise. Just as I quietly closed my door behind me, I turned around–and nearly screamed at the sight of two familiar figures.
Chrystal and Amy stood there, like two bodyguards in the dark, arms crossed, staring directly at me. @
Whatever stunt this was, it was clearly rehearsed.
My eyes were wide as I placed a hand over my heart. What were they doing here anyway? Those two were never here.
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I know Dylans msye is Trinity
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ugh this annoys me, don’t spit nice words after years of being an asshole nope.
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