Page 253 of The Blairville Legacies

Grace didn't seem to take my words the way I wanted them to come across. She gave me a furious glare.

“Okay, guys, relax for a second. What kind ofprophecyis this all about?”

Bay seemed to have been watching our argument.

“How can yousaysomething like that!”

Grace had to be in a rage. To the point that I couldn't even start talking because she was already turning around before disappearing through the door, which crashed into the lock.

I flinched.

“Grace!” I shouted, but my voice broke.

Grace was gone and with her my chance to explain myself better. I had never spoken out against the prophecy before, but what Grace was doing was too much. For her, for me.

“Could someone please enlighten me?”

I looked at Bay, who was still sitting in the corner, her face full of questions.

“There's this prophecy,” I sighed and flopped back into the soft pastel blue cushion. “It says that there will be a chosen one, a baby, who will change the fate of the species. Anyway, the Circle thinks Grace could be part of this prophecy because of her strong earth magic, which is why she's been preparing for this role all her life.”

“And what exactly is Grace's role?”

“From what I understand, she is supposed to have a child when the time comes, preferably with a male Quatura. And that child will take on the most important part of the prophecy, namely saving Blairville.”

I thought about how annoying it must be to carry so many expectations on your shoulders, as Grace did. Immediately, I felt sorry for how I had just reacted.

“Wait,what?She's supposed to have a baby?”

I nodded, but then thought again about how strange that fact must sound. Bayla seemed to think the same.

“Your cult wants to impregnate her?”

“Who should get impregnated?”

Larissa stood in the doorway.

I felt the blush rise in my cheeks.

I almost saidno one, but luckily Bay was quicker.

“We were just talking about dogs.”

I was impressed by how casually she could lie. But I was even more impressed by Larissa's indifference.

“Whatever... Can someone explain to me what's going on with Grace? She's just been running around the residential complex like a madwoman and completely ignored me.”

I looked at Bay, hoping she'd lie for me one more time.

“She's not that excited about her major,” it came from Bayla.

At least it wasn't a lie.

“I think I'd go hang myself if I majored in economics. I'm already fed up with the minor,” Larissa complained, tossing her shiny long hair over her shoulder, revealing her high cheekbones.

Today, she was wearing a black lace top under her leather jacket, which softly framed her chest and made her breasts stand out a little.

I hoped she knew how pretty she was.

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