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While she resets the password, I fix Ruby with a stern glare. “Ruby, this is Mack’s food. Mack’s. Not mine.”
It’s important to establish that last part; Ruby swears there’s a Fae law that makes anything mine also hers by right, since she’s technically on loan from the academy to me as a slave.
Ick. Another reason to despise the Fae way of doing things.
Ruby puffs out her purple lips in mock affront. I’m hoping the safe does the trick, because Mack is ready to kick Ruby out of our dorm for good.
Despite being the most defective, crass sprite in Everwilde, she’s grown on me. And I really don’t want her gone.
When we pass through the gym doors to begin training with Richter, a nervous pang starts beneath my sternum. I’m sure that the prince will embarrass me in the second half of training. Sure there’s some catch to his sudden inattention.
But it’s my best combat class yet. I’m paired against Lily, Reina’s friend. Although I don’t mop the floor with her, I hold my own. When I’m done, a few of the Seelie shadows even clap me on the back and mutter praises.
The rest of the week goes just as well, and I settle into my new role as the Winter Prince’s shadow. Rhaegar still doesn’t attend classes, and slowly, the gossip over the Nocturus dies down.
But despite the relief I feel at the sudden turn toward normalcy in my life, a small part of me can’t let it go.
By now, all the other shadows have begun to form bonds with their keepers. Mack and Basil have already progressed to fighting as a team in combat class, and he constantly checks on her to make sure she’s not struggling with anything in school.
Even Evelyn and her keeper, a female Dawn Court Fae with fiery auburn hair and dark skin, text each other constantly.
“Easy there, Summer,” Eclipsa says from behind the bag she holds. “Whose face are you imagining right now? Hopefully not mine.”
I glance over the Evermore girl, my eyes lingering on the blue and silver tiger-striped leggings she’s rocking. A loose black cropped tank top printed with her favorite metal band, The Orcs of Darkbriar, shows off a six-pack and a belly piercing. Several half-moon tats darken her ribcage, and the lunar cycle crests her stomach.
Pretty sure I could work out for years and never look that awesome. Refocusing on the bag, I work a few more jab hook combos and then transition to switch kicks. The bag shutters with each impact, the chain holding it jangling.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.” She releases the bag and grabs her steel water tumbler. The Unseelie sigil, a snake eating its tail entwined around a sword, decorates the metal sides. “I was there on the night of the Nocturus, so I can pretty much guess.”
“We’re not done, are we?” I ask, frowning at the bag.
She takes a long drink and then sets the tumbler down. “We’ve been here over an hour and your form is shit.”
“Thanks.” I drag my forearm across my forehead, collecting sweat.
“I mean, I can let you kick the bag’s ass a few more hours, but that won’t make you any more adept at killing darklings. You’re too angry to get in any good skill work.”
“Damn right, I’m angry. The prince tricked me into destroying a Fae that was decent and kind to me. And, for what? Some pissing contest? And now that the prince has what he wants . . . never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
“Has he . . . mistreated you?”
I shake my head, the thought sending a fresh surge of frustration crashing through my veins. Bouncing on my toes, I move on to the speed bag, hitting it until the black teardrop becomes a blur and my shoulders ache.
I’m totally going to pay for this tomorrow.
Eclipsa pads softly across the mat behind me. “I don’t agree with the way the prince handled Rhaegar, or even the way he’s dealing with you, but he has his reasons.” A silver eyebrow arches devilishly. “If it were me, I would have lopped off Rhaegar’s wolfie little head. Put him out of his misery.”
That gives me pause. It’s hard to get used to the cruel savagery of the Fae. Even harder to become accustomed to casually discussing decapitation with the one Fae I actually like.
I flash a dark grin between a series of jab crosses. “Eclipsa Skywell, your benevolence knows no bounds.”
She snorts. “I speak sarcasm, you know.” Her silver eyebrows crash together, and she flicks her tiny moon tongue piercing against her teeth. “I’m sure you think we’re ruthless, barbaric, even. But there is so much you don’t understand.”
Done taking out my rage on the bags, I grab my hydro-flask from my duffel. “You’re right. I don’t understand any of this. Maybe if someone, say, a Lunar Court Fae, helped me understand?”
“That’s not how our world works. Here in Everwilde, on the Island especially, secrets are weapons. I can’t just give you what could hurt me and my friends most.”
My eyebrows flick up in anger. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. Who do you think I’d tell?”
