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“What battlefield?” Back in Shadowmoor you chose to be a soldier. It wasn’t forced upon everybody.
“Oh, well, I’m not really sure, but I guess the realm is always under attack from others and Silvercrest is where the elite are trained to protect us.”
She presents the information like I should know this, like it's a basic fact. Which it might be for everyone else, but apparently citizens of Shadowmoor aren’t provided with the same basic information offered to others.
Her words repeat in my head non-stop as I leave the store bagless. She scanned my room key, promising my items will be there upon my return. The same thing happens in the book store. I triple check I have every item on the list before they do it, but my mind is still fixated on the words the assistant so casually shared.
I’m here to die? Is that the case?
I mean, I know we all die eventually, but this feels way more brutal. I really don’t have a clue what I’ve gotten myself into. Or more exactly; whatAbelhas gotten me into.
More and more students appear around me and I assume it’s the end of classes for the day, which only serves as a reminder that I still haven’t eaten. Using the cashless positivity that comes with unwillingly putting my life on the line, I grab a coffee from the vendor, along with a deli sandwich and cupcake, before I head back to my room.
I’m completely lost in thought as I somehow make my way back by memory without the map. No one seems to pay me any attention as I head down the trails and spot the sign for my house. But that all changes as I push my key into the lock and open the front door.
Four sets of eyes whirl around in my direction, annoyance, anger, confusion, and surprise greeting me as I smile mildly back at the four hot guys filling the space.
“I guess this is our new housemate.”
5
RAVEN
Idon’t know where to look first with all of the testosterone up in here. Did someone turn the heat up? Fuck.
Observing the tallest of them first, I’m met with muscles on top of muscles. His cropped brown hair and broad frame as he stands with his arms folded over his chest make him look almost daunting but, if anything, I find him intriguing. Especially his eyes. One’s brown, the other green. It’s alluring. He’s dressed in a white loose-fit tank and a pair of gray shorts with a scowl on his face as he assesses me.
Swiftly moving on, the guy beside him rakes his fingers through his tousled brown hair, blue eyes piercing into my skin as his chiseled jaw flexes for the briefest second before a wicked grin touches his lips. He’s in the same uniform as I’ve just been fitted for, the gold accentuating his olive skin as he looks me up and down.
There’s a moody one and a flirt. How original.
Continuing around the group, inquisitive onyx eyes meet mine. He tucks his black hair behind his ear as he purses his lips. His face is completely expressionless, making it hard for me to get a read off him. With his hands tucked into his pants pockets, he seems happy to just observe what’s going on around him.
Unlike the guy to the right who announced me as their new housemate. Hazel eyes are framed with black-rimmed glasses and his blond hair sticks out in every direction as if he hasn’t stopped tugging at the ends. He’s wearing a band tee with worn jeans and an almost-knowing smile on his face.
They’re all easily over six feet tall, making my five foot seven feel short in comparison. Do they only accept giants around here or something?
I’m not quite sure how I feel under their intense stares. It’s clear I’m stepping on their territory, but their reaction is still yet to be decided.
“She’snota guy,” the brown haired one with the wicked grin assesses.
The tall brute beside him shrugs. “That’s obvious, man.”
“Aren’t housemates supposed to be all the same sex?” Mr. Band Tee questions, and I shake my head at them.
“I’m standing right here, you know.” I toss my hair over my shoulder as if that will somehow make me more corporeal.
“Oh, so she speaks,” Band Tee Guy retorts, a snort following swiftly after.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to give him a piece of my mind, but Onyx Eyes waves his hand. “He doesn’t have a filter, so you’re going to have to sit back and let him process this out loud with us.” He makes it sound like it’s a common occurrence, but I’m not sure why the responsibility falls to me too.
Reluctantly, I nod, letting the front door shut behind me as they all continue to watch my every move like I’m from another dimension or something. “Can I take a seat while this happens? I’m exhausted and my legs are aching.” I point to the chair they’re all hovering by and the quiet guy nods, taking a step back.
The second my ass hits the seat, the four of them adjust their stance to face me.
“Who are you?”
“Raven.”
