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Naomi gave him a look. “People are being murdered, and no normal tracing spell can find them. Who else could be doing it?”
“A murderer,” he said deadpan, and we both laughed.
“Obviously.” I clicked my tongue.
He cleared his throat. “I just mean it’s probably a warlock, one who’s skilled at cloaking themselves, seeing as my shifter theory can’t be.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “And about the gods, I don’t care to think about them. All I know is they’re gone, and good riddance. To think, our ancestors worshipped them, and they sacrificed people.”
“Probably appeased them into not ruining the crops or whatever,” I said. “Or so I read in one of the texts. That’s what Freya said when she wasn’t a recluse hiding in the mountains.”
“Yes, let’s give the creepy immortals human bodies to eat so they won’t ruin the land they’re supposed to protect.”
“Someone’s sarcastic today.”
“Girl, I’m sarcastic every day.” He smirked. “Changing the subject, you should know Aaron and I broke up.”
My eyes widened. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He looked at me incredulously. “It wasn’t at the top of my priorities. Also, I’d assumed you were sleeping in. You all do most of your work in the evening.”
“It’s not my fault. Nighttime is full of quiet. I think it’s the best time to study dark objects.”
Naomi shuddered. “Or play with them.”
“Never again,” I retorted. The memory of when we were fifteen, after we’d messed around with a hexed candle, floated into my mind. It had been spelled to trap any in the room when it was lit. I could leave, as I wasn’t compelled like the others by dark objects, but Naomi couldn’t and found herself stuck in the small library until Edmund managed to break her free. It had messed with her senses, and she’d have starved to death if he didn’t get her out. The candle never burned out, not without Edmund’s expertise anyway. “Anyway, why did you break up?”
He shrugged. “He was getting paranoid.”
“In fairness to him.” I put a finger up, then waggled it. “You did enjoy making him jealous… a lot.”
“I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Lies,” I teased.
“I might give him another chance. I’ll let him stew a little.”
I rolled my eyes. “Poor Aaron.”
Naomi got up to make another coffee but paused to look out the little window. “I’m excited to see what happens this afternoon. It’s been a while since a human-born took the test, or since anyone came from Salvius.”
They both looked at me. Maddox broached the building silence. “How are you feeling about it, seeing someone else brought here like you were?”
“Honestly, I hadn’t put much thought to it.” I tapped a long nail against the side of my cup.
Maddox smirked. “I’m so sure.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
Naomi poured herself another cup, then grabbed a scone and covered it with cream. “It is,” she said, dismissing my lie, then mumbled through a mouth of crumbs. “We can meet him. I bet his accent is like yours.”
“My accent is normal.”
Maddox tilted his head. “It does have a slight Salviun twang.”
“His doesn’t.” I sighed. “I talked to him.”
Naomi’s eyes widened. “You left that out. I thought you only saw him. What was he like?”
“It’s hard to say. It was brief, but I guess he was charming.”
