Sarah Williams.
Veronica Scottsdale.
Feyre of the House of Iron.
I raised my eyebrow at that last one. The first two had seemed like Halflings from my realm and not immediate threats, but the girl with silver hair pulled back into a neat ponytail exuded danger.
She was some sort of fae, based on the point of her ears, and I gave her a subtle nod as I slowed my pace. Her blazing obsidian irises marked her as somethingother.
She evaluated me for a moment, then returned the nod.
I didn’t want to make enemies here. Even if we were all pitted against one another, we were still prisoners brought here against our will. Our parents had sold us out and left us to our fate.
Perhaps I could find a few candidates willing to work togeth—
I jolted as a blade cut the air inches from my face. My instincts fired, causing me to twist at an awkward angle to keep myself from being skewered alive.
It all happened in less than a second, my training barely keeping me alive. It was the whistle of metal against the wind that had tickled my ears, driving my reactions. All instinctual. And the result of my father’s insistence that I learn how to protect myself.
Because he always knew I’d end up here?I wondered. Just the thought soured all my memories.
Not that I had many good ones of my parents.
They hadn’t exactly been nurturing so much as frequently absent outside of certain activities—such as combat practice.
Feyre smirked. “Nice dodge,De la Croix. Maybe you’ll be one of the survivors.” She flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. “I’d recommend not judging others based on appearances alone,” she added, then turned on her heel and waltzed back toward the dorms, her long legs quickly taking her through the moonlit fog.
Fuck. So much for allies.
Her words stuck with me, though. Had that been a strange sort of peace offering? Or was everyone in this realm batshit crazy?
Catching my breath, I calmed my rapidly beating heart and spotted something glimmering against the wall.
Running my finger over the indent in the stone, I searched for the blade she’d just thrown and frowned when I only found a hint of lingering magic.
Right, we probably weren’t allowed weapons, but whatever kind of fae Feyre was clearly provided her with an edge if she could conjure blades from thin air.
Midnight Fae?
Air Fae?
A mixture of both?
That would make her stupidly powerful—an abomination.Which meant I needed to watch my back.
CHAPTERFIVE
CAMI
I keptan eye out for any and all potential threats on my way to the library.
Thankfully, onlyFeyre of the House of Ironappeared to be able to conjure knives out of thin air.
At least on my short trip across campus.
I paused just outside the library, taking in the magnificent stone walls and tinted windows. The gothic spirals decorating the corners were similar to those adorning the other castle-like buildings, yet each structure seemed to possess a distinct aura.
One I couldn’t exactly define.
