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The girl sitting with us, Evelyn, a Summer Court shadow, groans and shoves her orange lunch tray across the table. “Thanks for that. I’d finally just managed to scrub that image from my brain.”
I pluck the uneaten apple off her tray without even thinking. Hoarding food becomes an instinct when you’ve spent years starving. But the video seriously dampened my appetite, and I pocket the fruit for later.
Watching a human monster rip someone’s face off has that effect.
I glance over at Evelyn. So far, she’s the only shadow who will dare sit with us. Honestly, she’s sweet but not incredibly bright, and I think she truly has no idea I’m the equivalent of social kryptonite. Mack said Evelyn comes from a long line of legacies and that her parents infused the school with a huge sum to get her admitted.
I don’t doubt that for a moment. Everything she wears—from her sparkling diamond earrings to her immaculately fitted black pantsuit—looks expensive. Her vibrant red hair hangs just past her shoulders, the silky-smooth strands curling under. Not a split end in sight.
I finger the broken ends of my own wild, wavy hair, suddenly all too aware of its deficiencies.
Mack slurps her milk. “Half the class puked, but I thought it was cool.”
I raise an eyebrow. “How was that cool?”
She shrugs. “It shows how important our jobs are. Why the Fae need us. They might treat us like dirt, but at the end of the day, they know we’re the only ones who can protect them from those things.”
She sounds like the combat teacher, Mr. Crayburn, who said we needed to understand what we’re up against, and why protecting our Fae partners is so important.
Still, I wasn’t expecting that level of violence from the darklings. Nor the speed. They moved so fast at times that they became blurs on video. The Fae were formidable, their magic splashing bursts of light into the camera. A few had weapons and they wielded them with expert skill.
But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. The darklings seemed unaffected by the Fae’s magic, and their speed allowed them to dodge the Fae’s weapons with ease. Even when their weapons did hit their mark, the darklings seemed impervious to the steel blades.
The footage was taken inside a restaurant in an unnamed Everwilde city. None of the Fae had shadows.
It was a slaughter.
Evelyn shudders. “I saw a darkling once.”
“Where?” Mack demands.
The charm bracelet on Evelyn’s wrist tinkles as she makes a sweeping gesture with her hand. “Right here.”
My eyes go wide. “One broke into the school? I thought the new wards were impenetrable.” At least, according to our teacher, Professor Crayburn. Although the guy wears tweed suits so I’m not sure I trust his judgement.
“She was a student, and I was here touring with my parents.” Evelyn stares at the double doors behind us as if the darkling is still here. “I think she had just turned because her eyes looked almost human, and she wasn’t all deformed. Just . . . different. With horns and stuff. Before she could hurt anyone, a group of fourth years burst in and shot her with rowan-berry laced darts. Then they took her away, to be killed, I’m sure.” She inhales deeply before releasing a long sigh. “If I became that . . . monster, I’d want to die too.”
After lunch, I go to meet Rhaegar on the upper floors for fifth period. I’m so busy searching the halls for half-turned darkling humans that I fail to notice how many Fae there are. Right up until the point I nearly crash into Inara and her friends.
Reina is already with her, and it looks like they’ve been waiting for me. Crap.
Shifting my backpack on my shoulder, I glance back, looking for Mack. But she had to run by her locker after lunch. I’m alone.
Inara laughs as she glides toward me, all smiles and teeth. She wears a striking shimmery-blue ensemble that I could never pull off with my complexion.
“Excuse me,” I say, trying to slide past her.
She grabs my shoulder and squeezes hard. Anyone looking from the outside might think the shoulder touch is friendly. But the terrifying strength pouring from her fingers is anything but, and I grit my teeth to keep from crying out in pain.
By now, a crowd has gathered. All Unseelie by the look of them. I’m surprised they’re not wearing evil-and-proud T-shirts.
“Where are you going?” she asks, still smiling.
A pit of dread opens inside me. Inara wouldn’t make the effort if she didn’t plan to do something horrible to me.
“To class,” I answer. I try to slip away, but her fingers grip tighter, so hard I think they’ll rip my shoulder out of place.
Her cruel gaze slides to my bag. “But how can you go to class without any books? We all know you can’t afford them.”
