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“Whatever kind of finger magic you’re using right now, it’s not working.”
“It’s not magic. It’s quotations!” I replied, annoyed. “And you didn’t answer my questions. How did you see what happened after you left, and how could you pretend Lukas wasn’t even that injured?”
“You only asked the second question just now.”
“And are you going to respond?”
“Sam collects info for me.” Reaper shrugged. “She’s nosy, like Gaksi. And I knew Lukas wasn’t that injured because if I wanted him to be, he would be.”
“That’s sick,” I responded.
Reaper raised a brow. “Didn’t realize you were so attached to him.”
“At least he started off nice,” I said.
Reaper smiled and shook his head. “Nice enough to hit on his own student?”
I shook my head, ducking under a torrent of fire. “He was only a couple of years older than me.”
“But dumb enough to ask you if you were a freshman in a freshman-level class,” Gaksi interrupted.
“Maybe I’ll find a spell to banish you permanently to the other side,” I threatened, hopping over the blue fire bursting at my feet.
“Is that why the Samjoko visited me at the library yesterday?” I asked.
“Yes, she’s my spymaster,” Reaper replied.
I slipped at the admission, skidding to the ground.
Reaper ceased firing, extinguishing any remaining flames on the earth. “You should take this seriously. Don’t you have any battle training coming up?”
“They mostly leave that to the Houses since it’s magic specific.” I sat up, only to meet his disapproving stare.
“So you receive no fight training at all? They just send you out with textbook knowledge?”
“I take an elective in dagger throwing.” He circled shadows around my waist, lifting me from the floor.
“You need to take that elective seriously.” Cool shadows swirled around my waist, unwilling to let go.
“Why?” I asked.
“There are vicious creatures out there,” Reaper said, serious, despite his shadow extensions tickling my midriff. “They might come after you if they detect traces of me on yourself.”
“Leave me then,” I said, pushing his shadows off with my own.
He threw one of my daggers at me, which I caught midair with a shadow hand. “Can’t leave the most vicious creature of all, now, can I?”
* * *
That damn birdshowed up so often I fought with it in my delirium.
When I walked to class, I saw it hopping between trees.
On my way to the gym, it spied like a creep through the window.
My hands had to hover protectively over my food in the Cornucopia lest she fly down and eat it straight off my plate.
At midnight tonight, it plopped down in my seat in the library, daring me to fight it.
