Page 128 of A University of Betrayal

“I don’twantto get used to it.”

“I know what you mean.”

I wheeled around.

Miles was standing by the window, leaning on the black-painted window sill while looking outside.

Before I could say anything, he continued, “Bastien really gave you the apartment with the better view.”

It was indeed an apartment. Not only did I have a dressing room and the modern luxury bathroom, but there was also a door that I hadn’t even noticed at first, which led to an adjoining mini kitchen and finally to a study.

Andof course,everyone in this godforsaken castle had their own apartment.

Miles paused for a moment, then turned back to me. He wore his chin-length hair loose today, which really flattered his face.

“Too bad, I’d say.”

I gave him a mischievous smile and pulled up the hem of my dress to be able to walk at all. This gown was definitely from another century. At least the design.

“God, Camille. What did you give me here?”

“Karma.”

“Shut up, Miles.” I shoved him aside, but he just laughed. “You better tell me if there’s anything else I should know about this Nicolaj.”

Except that he had a quirk that made the entire clan dress as if we were in the 1800‘s. Even Miles wore a tailcoat that looked museum-worthy, though classy.

Miles gave me his arm, which was less awkward than with Bastien a week ago.

“He’s the oldest living Legacy Ruisangor...”

I looked up at Miles questioningly. “As if I know what that means.”

Miles lowered his voice. “A strong gene in his bloodline allows him to produce heirs, and they in turn carry the same gene that makes them Ruisangors with certain gifts. Legacy Ruis age to their most attractive stage of existence, which was probably essential for survival back then.”

What he was implying was that we drank human blood. David had already explained to me that many Ruisangors seduced their prey for it. A sick thought that reminded me of the disastrous visit to the bar.

A question popped into my head as Miles led me down the wide corridor.

“What was that again about transforming?”

Miles continued. “Only Legacy Ruisangors can transform, and those transformed people are called Transformed. They don’t have any of the special gifts.”

How creative.

At least Miles was useful whenever I had a question.

I thought about how everyone in this house was a Legacy Ruisangor. Everyone except Laurent. I think couldfeelit… Whenever I was near a Legacy Ruisangor, I felt something like… darkness emanating from them. Laurent was the only Ruisangor with whom this darkness felt faint. Could that be the meaning behind that strange feeling?

“What gifts?” I continued to ask, confused.

“We have powers, not like the Quatura with their elemental magic. I’d say we’re a bit more fun.”

What Miles meant byfunwas still a mystery to me.

“What’s your gift?”

Miles grinned and let his eyes wander over the pictures on the wall. “If I told you, you’d laugh at me.”

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