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My eyes widen in surprise; it’s definitely not like the pits of the Gauntlet, but I don’t get the impression it’s any easier either.
“Is that why your knuckles were busted when you first came to Silvercrest Academy? Were you in the pits?” Creed asks, making my eyebrows shoot up into my hairline with surprise. I hadn’t thought of that, but I do recall the broken skin on her knuckles.
We take a left turn and a huge room comes into view. Blood-stained pits line the floor with large spaces around them for spectators to stand and watch. It definitely has the same sort of smell we’re looking for, but other than that, it’s not the place from my vision.
“No, I didn’t fight in the pits. I usually got attacked in the woods,” Raven casually replies like that’s not fucked up.
“Who the fuck attacked you? I’ll hunt every single one of those motherfuckers down right now,” Zane bites, his teeth bared as the muscles in his neck bunch together, but Raven quickly waves him off.
“It was my knuckles that were busted, remember? Not my nose, not my face, nothing.” I smirk, impressed with my girl. She turns to look at me as she waves her hand around, continuing on with the reason we’re here. “Familiar?”
“No,” I admit with a shake of my head. “It was windowless like this, and the stench of blood is the same, but the room doesn’t look right.” I close my eyes, letting the vision play more vibrantly in my mind for a second before I look at her again. “There are names carved into the walls and a gold table in the center of the room,” I add, but the blank expression on her face tells me I’m not giving her anything else to actually go off.
“I can’t think of anywhere else here that might resemble what you’re trying to explain. Not unless it’s someone’s private quarters, but that almost feels too big and grand. A gold table? I can’t even imagine there’s one of those in the biggest houses around here.”
“Then it must be somewhere else,” I reply with a shrug, trying to hide the disappointment and irritation I’m battling.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here then,” Creed murmurs, nodding for Raven to lead the way back out. She takes the exact same route, hiding in the same shadows that led us down here, until we step back through the tree and into the woods.
“Do you want to head back to the same spot the gateway brought us to?” Raven asks, glancing at Brax, and he nods in response.
We take a handful of steps before voices echo around us and Raven’s steps slow. As they become more clear, her instant frustration is visible as she sighs, her shoulders dropping for a second before she stiffens her spine and squares her shoulders.
“What…” My question drifts off as three guys appear a few trees away. They’re laughing and joking among themselves, currently unaware that they’re being watched. But when the second the guy in the middle looks up and locks eyes on Raven, I see the recognition on his face.
A sneer takes over his lips and his fingers flex at his sides as he turns to face her head on.
“Raven, my little Void, it’s been a long time. Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”
“You know this fucker?” Zane asks, louder than necessary, as he waves his hand in the asshole’s direction.
My little Void?I’ll kill this motherfucker myself.
“Wyatt, it hasn’t been long enough,” she grunts in response, answering Zane’s question, and the guy laughs.
“Raven, don’t be like that. You know I had to come pay you a visit after our little encounter the last time I saw you. Make you repay me for your mistakes with your mouth on my dick, yeah? We can rectify it all now. I have time.” He reaches for the zipper on his pants and chuckles.
Is this dude for fucking real?
“You’re going to need to tell me real quick who this guy is, Dove,” Zane snarls as my fists clench at my sides.
She takes a second to glance over her shoulder at each of us, trying to decide what to say, until she sighs. “He’s the reason my knuckles were busted when I came to—”
A terror-riddled cry halts her next words, drawing all of our attention back to the weasely fucker who writhes on his knees where he stood moments ago. His hands are clasping his head, his screams getting louder until he rolls onto his back in pain, which is when the noise stops and silence cascades over us, hanging from the looming trees above.
“What the fuck?” one of his friends says with a grunt, glancing down at his friend.
I don’t have the answer to what happened to him, but I know who does. “Creed?”
Everyone’s attention drifts his way, including Raven’s, who looks confused as fuck.
“What?”
“Don’twhatme like you didn’t do that,” I state, pointing at Wyatt with a chuckle.
“Wake him the fuck up,” his friend shouts as Creed itches his cheek.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
