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I nod with a smile, “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“She’s awesome, I really like her,” he says with a giant smile. He grabs my arm and pulls me to the back of the room, “Tell me what you can.”

I grin, he knows how I work by now. Neith is going to become our best friend, along with a pink and green haired woman that's had one hell of a fucking past, but I can’t actually tell him that. He'll figured it out soon enough.

Chapter Eighteen

Neith

Ihate that Navy could have been through something even remotely similar to what I have gone through. In fact, if she was hinting at what I think she was and she was taken, then she has most likely been subjected to worse things than I have. It must make it so much harder that she knows or has a good idea of the pain that her brother went through. I don’t think that she will tell me any time soon, and honestly, that’s okay. She made it incredibly clear that not only did she not know anything of any importance, but that Ty was also aware, and if Ty knew something that was vital to our case with the hybrids, then he would have made sure that we knew so that we could do something about it.

I’m not worried about any of that. I’m just worried about her. Somehow, she has become my friend, and I have only spoken to her twice. I do hope that even though she isn’t going to email me any time soon, that she does text, because we can talk. I feel like she would probably like Neera too, and I think we should all get together at some point if they are both up for it.

“Is everything okay?” Ransom asks as Raiden, him, and I walk through the halls to head to our next class.

I nod, “Yeah, Navy just said some stuff, and it reminded me of some of my stuff, that’s all. I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” Raiden asks.

I nod, “Yeah. I’m good, I promise. Tell me about combat class, and what I can expect?”

They both frown slightly, clearly worried, but they must decide not to question me any further because instead, they answer my question.

“It’s pretty much the usual combat class,” Ransom starts.

“Except with supernaturals, so magic and shifting and all that,” I interrupt.

Ransom nods and smiles, “Yeah, pretty much. They will split up to spar today, and we will go around and help or correct where needed. We are also there to ensure that they don’t get too into the fight and end up hurting each other severely. We expect some injuries, but nothing excessive.”

“This is an upper-year class though, so in theory, they shouldn’t need too much from us,” Raiden adds, “although they do tend to get nervous around exam time and so start to forget shit they know.”

I nod, “Okay, it sounds interesting. Do you want me to do anything or just sit and watch? I don’t mind either way.”

“How about you observe unless you see something that you will be able to fix, and then you step in?” Raiden suggests.

I grin, “Yeah, I can absolutely do that.”

As we walk through the doors to the gym, the guys' smiles drop.

“Shit, Kylen and Rupert have the other half of the gym,” Raiden curses. “That can’t be a coincidence.”

“Who are they?” I ask, although I’m pretty sure I have a good idea based on their reactions.

“The leader and second of the Draconian team,” Ransom replies.

I roll my eyes, “Fabulous. Well, there is fuck all we can do about it now, they’ve seen us. The best thing we can do is carry on as we are and ignore them. I’m sure when they see just how boring I am, they aren’t going to be interested in me anymore anyway.”

The guys share a doubtful look but nod, and we continue our way into the room and toward the students who must be in the guys’ class.

I move to the back of the room, where I can hear the guys and see what is going on. It’s a lot like the class with Griff, their students obviously like and respect them although they seem a little bit cautious around Raiden, it’s not fear or dislike, so that’s a good thing too. After a while of watching both the classes I realize that their students also behave differently to the ones that are being taught on the other side of the gym, there are no smiles on the other groups faces, and the instructors are being unnecessarily harsh. They are picking up on faults that aren’t actually there and aren’t helping them to improve at all. Just criticizing.

I frown. Of course, one of the instructors looks over at me when I do this, and I just know that they’re going to cause some shit when anger and then determination flashes through his eyes.

Looking away, I keep an eye on what is going on in my peripheral vision. I watch as the instructor, who caught mefrowning at them, goes up to one of the students. A guy, very well built, I think he’s a shifter of some sort as he’s partially shifted a couple of times in his fights, and he is actually a very capable fighter despite having such shit teachers, a couple of tweaks, and he would be amazing.

There appears to be a somewhat heated discussion until fear flashes in the guy's eyes, and he nods sharply.

Here it comes.

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