Page 46 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

My smile widens, but before I can point out that he didn’t actually answer my question, Evander carries on explaining what we’re doing today.

“After that, you can then shadow us, and if you feel like you can contribute in the classes too, then go for it, but you don’t have to,” Evander explains.

“I’ll also take note of any gaps in my education so that I can brush up on it back here,” I say. I start wriggling in my seat, “I’m really excited to see the training academy and what you guys do.”

“I’m looking forward to showing you the flight class,” Griff smiles. “We’ve got all sorts of levels, and I know Sully said that you weren’t a reaper, so you won’t have reaper wings, but there’s a chance that you still might have wings, so it will be good to see the fundamentals.”

I grin, “Yeah, that sounds great. It would be awesome if I did have wings, though as unlikely as that may be.”

Even though Raiden told me the words to stop the voices, I haven’t used them again yet. They’re comforting to me, and my mind felt incredibly lonely without them. I’m sure I will utilize being able to turn them off at times, but for now, they are still a constant hum in the background of my mind, like they always have been.

Doc looks up at the clock on the wall, “We should probably get going.”

“Wait,” I say, stopping everyone from getting up, “tell me about this asshole team, what do I need to be aware of?”

“We’re really hoping that they aren’t going to be there,” Ransom says.

I frown, and ask, “They could cause that much trouble?” I shake my head as I answer my own question, “Never mind, from what you’ve said, I’m guessing they would. I mean, if you think they could be willing to start the Choosing just to piss you guys off, then of course they are going to be dickheads,” I grin, “question, do I have to be nice?”

Raiden chuckles, he’s seen first-hand what my not nice is, although that was fairly mild, I only threatened to cut Melody’s hands off I could have threatened a lot worse.

Evander smirks. He’s also aware of how sharp my tongue can be, “You just be you, Nene.”

“Awesome,” I reply, my smile wide as I add, “Now, I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Come on, let’s go,” Doc chuckles. “We’re actually going to drive there today.”

“No fucking way?” I gasp in mock shock as I follow everyone out.

Reed’s lips tilt up into an amused smile, “Yep, we’re driving.”

I look back at Doc, “You know I really think you should start charging them for the number of times that you transport us places.”

“Just us, huh?” River asks, his eyebrows rising and his eyes dancing with amusement. To be honest he always looks amused about something.

I shrug, “I’m new to the team. I get freebies.”

The fluttering of my eyelashes makes everyone laugh and I’m so damn proud of myself that I almost miss the fact that we aren’t getting into the van like usual but instead we’re getting into a truly massive and slightly mean looking SUV. It’s so tall that I have to do this weird little jump to get in the thing, and when I finally do get in and get seated, I realize that all of the guys are trying not to laugh at my efforts.

“Fuck you guys, I’ve got little legs,” I grouch, trying not to smile.

“Sorry, Nene,” Van comments, although he doesn’t manage to keep a straight face, so I just stick my middle finger up at him instead.

“Have you got your SID badge?” Reed asks before anyone else gets in.

I shake my head, “Nope. I’m not used to carrying a badge on me. Do I need it?”

Reed nods, “Yeah, you’ll get a pretty nasty shock from the wards if you don’t have it on you because they won’t recognize you.”

My eyes widen, “Yeah, no, thank you. Hang on and I will go and grab it.”

They nod, and I launch myself back out of the SUV, and I do mean launch myself out of it since it is really that high. I ignore their laughter as I quickly run back inside. The front door isn’t locked because no one can get past the wards anyway, and if any of the creatures that lived on the property wanted to get into the house, they would. It wouldn’t matter to them if the door was locked or not.

Running up the stairs, I throw my bedroom door open and then instantly freeze. Curled up on my bed is not Winston, and definitely not Wallace, but the fox. I know that it’s the spirit guide fox, because otherwise, how would it have gotten into my room, and why the hell would it be in my room, but also because instead of being orange and white, it’s actually orange and black. It's super fucking pretty.

“Er, hello,” I say.

It opens one of its eyes, looks at me and then promptly closes it again, appearing to go back to sleep.

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