Chapter 30
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Fermo fingert immédiately switched for Claire Hasting
Memes I schispered, smiling ni her picture that stared right back at one, she looked just like i remembered her.
Beautiful, bitght. Her blonde curls framed her face perfectly, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with life.
I ran my fingers over the picture, feeling bittersweet. She had lost her life way too soon, and so did Dad,
They said it was a rogue attack, and that’s all I was ever allowed to know.
I wished I could’ve seen Dad’s picture too, but he graduated as a Combat Strategy and Leadership major, and I wain’t about to grab another Beavy Book- and join them in the afterlife. Maybe next time.
Underneath Mom’s name was a short biography.
Claire Hastings, a healer from the Bloodrose pack, daughter of alumni, Alpha Stewart. She is a top student of the Healer’s Division, and known for her dedication to her craft.
Claire is a proud member of the first elite team this school has ever put together with, James Rochwall (C), Claire Hastings, Greg Loren, Jane East, Ely Lythoria–
I squinted my eyes, trying to read the two remaining names–but they were crossed out. That was strange.
James Rochwall, my commander, had been in the same Elite Team with Mom, and I had no idea.
Below, I found a long list of Mom’s achievements–too many to count. She had been at the top of her class, and was everything I aspired to be.
There was another page with a poem, but the note grabbed my attention first.
*This one is for the best captain and friend a girl could ever wish for. I love you, James!‘
I paused. James? I let out a laugh, realizing it was Rochwall. I had no idea those two were that close.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at her picture one last time. It was nice reading all those things about her, but she wasn’t the one I came to find.
Desperately, I flipped back to the ‘A‘ hoping to find something on Adelaide.
I flipped through the pages over and over, but there wasn’t a single mention of Adelaide. Even stranger, it looked like a few pages had been torn out.
I blinked in confusion. Why would someone remove a page from a graduation record?
An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. Something wasn’t right.
I grabbed my phone and typed Adelaide’s name and the school into the search bar, but nothing came up. No pictures, no history, no records, no mentions–it was like she had never existed.
All of this scared the crap out of me.
“Hey!”
I yelped at the voice startling me from behind, almost jumping out of my chair. My heart raced, and I held my chest seeing
“Relax,” he chuckled, sitting on the table./Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Of course not,” I planted a smile on my lips.
it
was
just Rochwall.
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Chapter 30
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vera i araply answered watching how his eyes wandered to the book on the table
Anaghi, then 111 leave you to the he spoke. “1 only came to find you to confirm your attendance for tonight’s can dance-
ves the one I texted you about in the morning?”
Seriously?” I grabbed my phone and checked for my messages, seeing he had indeed texted me, I was too busy with other stuff, i most ve completely overlooked it.
Team dinner at eight at the Grand Hall. Reservation under James Rochwall. Please confirm and bring a plus one!
“I’m so sorry, of course I’ll be there.”
Did I want to go? No.
Did I want to be that person that wouldn’t go? No.
“Great,” Rochwall got up to leave. “I’m counting on you, Violet.”
“Wait, Sir!” I blurted before he could go. He was on the Elite Team with my mom, which meant he might’ve known a bit more about the bond she shared with Adelaide.
He gave me a curious look.
“You were on the Elite Team with my mom, Claire?”
Rochwall closed his eyes for a second, then chuckled as he sat back down. “So, you’ve figured it out?” he said, bobbing his head. “Is that what you’ve been doing here?”
“Kind of?” I tilted my head, unsure of my own answer. I wanted to ask him about Mom, but I knew I had to take a careful approach.
“Were you close to my mom?”
My mind raced with questions. I knew the two were close, which meant maybe–just maybe–he knew something about Adelaide as well.
Rochwall hummed, going into deep thought. “We barely spoke. I wish I could tell you more about her, but all I can say is that she was a good healer.”
Liar.
Mom wrote a whole dedication to this man, there was no way those two weren’t close. He was lying to my face in broad daylight.
I was tempted between confronting him or playing along with his game. Sensing he didn’t want to talk about it for some reason, I went with the latter.
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Something about this whole situation was off, including those names which had been crossed out.
What if one of them was…hers?
“And Adelaide?” I looked at him with a sharp gaze. “She was also on the Elite Team, wasn’t she? Did you know her?”
