Page 57 of Angel Lost

“I don’t need to know, aether. You are an adult. We support you here. We can only help you make the right choices.”

“This is the right choice!”

“Well, then, we’ll see you Monday.”

Chapter Nineteen: Lorelei

The moment my feet hit the dirt in Fates, I’m off, my robe billowing behind me. Chano loves his little sister to bits. Students scatter as I skid around the corner to his dorm—he has to be here.

I’m panting as I hammer on the door. Shit. Where is he? I fumble in my pocket for my phone.

Ali-G Chat

Lorelei : Where are you guys?

Zephyr : Farrell’s rooms. Well, Kai’s. They’re sharing after a fashion.

“Back early?” Hewie screeches in my ear and I drop the phone.

Holy shit, I don’t have time for him now. “Chano’s sister…I had to come.”

He nods, a small furrow creasing his brow. “I get it. But maybe—”

I don’t give him time to finish, grabbing my phone and running down the corridor, my stupid robe flapping around my ankles. At Farrell’s door I knock once, set my shoulder to it, and turn the handle.

Spilling inside, I come face-to-face with Kai.

“Come on in why don’t you?” Kai grins and I push past him to the living room.

Chano has to understand. I didn’t know.

Kai slouches past me to sit at the table. Farrell’s in the corner on the sofa, Zephyr in front of him on a yoga mat.

“Where is he?”

Zephyr jumps up and comes toward me, arms spread wide. I give him the briefest of hugs, stepping away to peer between the other two. “Where’s Chano?”

“Nice to see you too, princess,” Zephyr mutters.

“Home, Lorelei,” Farrell says. “He went home to coordinate the search.”

Zephyr prowls around me in a circle, staring. He leans in again and sniffs. “Been at a spa? Whatareyou wearing?”

“Maybe she joined a cult,” Farrell says from his spot in the corner.

“Yeah, yeah.” I pat the Gifted Academy insignia on the front of my robe. “Very funny.”

“Must be nice to live in a spa-resort.” Zephyr snickers. “Did you get your nails done?” He turns my hand over.

“Sure, it’s all roses.” I snatch my hand away. “I’m back. Let’s go.”

Farrell sits up. “What?”

I tap my foot. “Waiting is over, I’m back—let’s go.” I take in their confused expressions. “To Chano’s? To help!”

Kai scrapes his chair back across the gorgeous wood flooring and Farrell winces. He pinches the bridge of his nose between finger and thumb.

“The Maveriks are not going to accept me on their turf,” Farrell says brusquely.

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