Page 50 of Tortured Soul
“What happens now?” I asked, scooting to the edge of the bed and staring at my hand some more.
“Now we don’t break our promise. Do you have a lot of things to get from your room? I can clear some space for you to use here.”
“Wait, no. You were not serious about that, right? You didn’t mention moving here in the oath.”
He turned around, leaning his back on his desk and crossing his arms over his chest.
“And how do you expect our arrangement is going to work if we don’t share a living space?”
“I—Why am I the onemoving?”
He made a show to look around himself. “There’s more space here. Only one roommate who’s not staying here at the moment. It’s closer to city hall, so less time for anyone to attack you between the archives and here. Plus, I’m a light sleeper, and I know for a fact that Marcus has a fucked up sleep schedule, and the girls come and go at all hours of the night.”
Excuses. “I’m not sure I want to move out. I actually like it there,” I said.
And that was true. Aymeric was the best, and I even started to warm up to Marcus. The girls and I had spent some time together in the last week since they weren’t working. It’s been a while since I had any chance to develop friendships.
He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by his phone buzzing on the desk. He pinched his lips shut with a frustrated look and turned around to pick it up.
“Yes,” he said, his tone sharp.
I couldn’t hear the voice on the other line but they sounded frantic.
“A Nephilim?” Arc asked. “Do you see him well?” A pause. His back was tense. “I didn’t have any vision about a Nephilim. Are you sure he’s searching for the camp?”
A Nephilim? Could it be—
“That’s bad.” Arc sighed. “Entirely silver? His eyes, can you see them?”
Fuck.That couldn’t be a coincidence. Could it?
“Can’t you see through the sunglasses?”
There was another pause and Arc turned his face to give me a look before groaning.
“You said you hid the bike. How did he find it?”
Yep. That was him. I was ninety-nine percent sure. There’s no way in hell another Nephilim with silver hair would be roaming around me, stealingmybike. Or, okay, the bikeheleft in my care.Fine, the bike I kinda stole…
I grabbed my jacket from the floor and took a few steps toward Arc—toward the door.
Arc caught my movement and frowned. “Prepare a team. I’ll call you back.”
The call ended before the person on the other end of the line could add anything.
“Where are you going?” he inquired, taking a step forward, blocking my escape.
“Am I not free to move around anymore?”
“Not if you’re looking to go get your bike by yourself.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms, mirroring his stance. “What if I am?”
“We don’t mess around with Nephilims. Especially those already lost to their curse.” My throat closed up at his words. My stomach felt heavy. “This Nephilim’s hair is entirely silver. We couldn’t see his eyes as he was wearing sunglasses, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were blood red. He’s fallen to madness already, it’s too dangerous to go out there by yourself.”
I balled my hands under my arms, forcing my face to remain as emotionless as possible.
I needed to go find him before them.
