Page 75 of Moon Kissed

Good. I’ll need people with sound judgment around after the revolution.

As expected, it took forever to clean my room and put everything back where it belonged. I video-called Lucia during my forced spring cleaning, and propped her against the armchair.

The lovely, pale-skinned, beautiful vicious killer smiled at me with too sharp teeth. “What happened there?” she asked, observing the state of my room. “Failed assassination attempt? Pity.”

“Give it up, bitch. I’m never gonna die.”

She laughed, and the red-dyed tips of her bob brushed the corners of her ruby-red lips. “So what do you want?”

“Just doing my nightly check-in. Am I too late?”

“You almost were, but we’ve got some time.”

“Good. Then, I’m done with you.”

Lucia ducked out of frame, but not before flipping me off. I stayed on a little longer, chattering away, before the abruptCall Endtold me she hung up on me.

“Personalities even more rotten than their desiccated souls,” I muttered. “That’s the real reason everyone wants to kill vampires.”

Soon I finished up, changed into my jammies, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed.

My lids fluttered closed.

Bang!

The windows on either side of my bed burst open. Freezing, chilling, whipping, howling winds tore through the space—destroying and upending everything it took me two hours to put right.

“Dammit, Edric!”

Chapter Seven

Istumbled through the halls the next morning, dead on my feet.

Nia wasn’t walking next to me as had become our habit. I would’ve said it was because she still didn’t believe I had nothing to do with Holly’s death, but it was just as likely she was steering clear to stay out of the firing zone.

“Traitorous bitch.” An inkwell came flying at me and soared through my head.

None of it got on me since I was wearing moon clothes. I wouldn’t make the mistake of going out without them again.

“Vamp lover.”

“Psycho.”

“Murderer!”

“Ugh, stop your screeching,” I breezed, letting an entire bookbag sail through my body. “Werewolf, remember? I can hear you just fine.”

That set everyone off. Half the alpha class shouted, cursed, and threw things at me as I lazily walked past and ducked into homeroom.

Walking in, I took one look around, then turned and walked out.

The knob yanked out of my hand and slammed shut, trapping me inside withthem.

“Seriously, you four are really starting to piss me off,” I snapped. “What do you want from me now!”

Nyx chuckled at my outburst. “We just want to talk, Volana. That’s why we encouraged the rest of the class to skip homeroom, and give us some time alone.”

I quirked a brow. Encouraged them? Just how much power did these four minus one have as the chosen? Since when did they have the right to order everyone around?

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