Page 63 of Ever Dark Academy: Vol. 3
“Rachel, I have to go–”
“Promise you’ll talk to me later. I’ll undergo whatever tests you want. I’m telling the truth and so is your mom,” Rachel said.
“Fine. But later!” he promised, not sure if he meant it, but telling himself he didn’t care either way. “Now leave me!”
He pushed her away, using a little of his gift, which caused her to totter on her heels, but she righted herself. Guilt that he’d shoved her flooded him for a moment. She was so small and fragile and he’d just…
I can apologize later. I have to deal with this now. It’s life or death.
If he’d been fully Ashyr he would not have lost his temper or been so careless. Another nail in Grayson’s coffin. He turned and swept the crowd with his power. No Sect members close. He started walking.
He extended his hands by his sides six inches, fingers spread wide, and moved to the dance floor where bubbles fell from the ceiling like rain. Suds gathered around people’s feet. He saw a girl put a dollop of suds on a Mirryr Vampire’s nose. Or, at least, where a nose should be. He had to reel his power in when he realized that people were jumping up in the air like popping corn as they were squeezed recognizably, but could not tell the reason for it.
“Grayson!” Mairead called.
She had bubbles in her hair and her shoes were missing. In her other hand was a flute of champagne. She grasped his arm to steady herself. He was already trying to wave her off, but she was Mairead. She stayed exactly where she was.
“Someone just goosed me!” Mairead looked around hopefully for a suitor, but since it had been him there was no one to find. “Are you joining Eiji and me for a dance? He’s already the star of the show!”
She pointed and he saw that Eiji was in the center of the dance floor surrounded by Mirryr Vampires and students. They were all dancing together. He was smiling so broadly and his cheeks were so pink that Grayson wondered if the old man would be one of those ones not remembering this very good time.
“I have to go, Mairead,” he said.
“Go? What? You’ve just got here! Tell me you’re not leaving the party like Amara?” Mairead rolled her eyes at their other roommate’s name.
“No, I–”
“Is Ryder here? That very hot Weryn Vampire? Are you meeting him?” Mairead asked.
“Ryder is–”
Ryder is in the back stairs, Grayson, Balthazar said. Straight ahead of you past the bar. He says he smells Legion!
Legion? The War Childe? Grayson asked. Legion would be a good candidate for the Sect of Dawn now that I’m thinking of it.
More than. He hates Immortals. Hates Daemon. Probably hates himself, Balthazar said.
What does he look like?
I have no idea!
But you said Ryder–
Smelt him! You’ll have to ask your lover about that. But Ryder doesn’t remember what Legion looks like. Not even sure if it's a he, she or they so there we are! Balthazar explained. Don’t you know?
They were made after my Second Death, Balthazar, remember? I was the first to go.
Oh, yes, of course! I’m an idiot! It’s just that you remember things–
What about Caemorn or Fiona? Grayson interrupted.
If we met them, none of us recall, Balthazar sounded slightly guilty.
Not remembering his past as Eyros had not necessarily been a bad thing for him until now. But now they needed those memories and they weren’t accessible.
“Grayson? Earth to Grayson?” Mairead waved a hand in front of his eyes. He snapped back and blinked at her. “And here I thought I was drunk!”
“You’re definitely drunk. And you’re right that I’m meeting up with Ryder. What can I say? I can’t keep away from him!” Grayson said as he removed her hand from his arm. “Go and dance. Have a good time. You need to put yourself out there.”
