Page 88 of Obsidian and Frost
I watched Velra surf her bike as it tore along the road beside me.
She zoomed by and I didn’t speed up to ride alongside her, enjoying watching her.
I actually stopped my bike and idled instead.
It got even better when she suddenly made her shadows encircle her and they pushed her, literally helping her leap upand spin into a flip, where they then carried her down, bringing her feet back to the saddle.
Wow.
“That’s new!” I called out to her. “And fucking amazing!”
She laughed so freely, then continued into another stunt, flipping herself until she was on her sexy little ass and riding the handlebars with her boots.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
A week and a half had gone by since she’d rain-checked our hang.
But it was finally happening, and that was what mattered.
Honestly, given what that motherfucker, Cassius, had dropped on me like a bomb about Sylas, it had actually given me some time to investigate, to put out feelers to try to obtain more details about whatgravely illactually meant to a necromancer. And how the fuck that could even be possible.
As much as I hated to admit it, Cassius had been correct—Sylas didn’t like showing weakness. So me simply confronting him wouldn’t go over well, or help one little bit in all likelihood. Knowing him, he’d either deny it or deflect and feed me some story that sounded believable, but wasn’t actually accurate.
Not that it had been easy to just let that go.
Although, we hadn’t seen that much of each other over the last few days as we’d all been bogged down with settling into classes. Once the calming first week came and went, it got intensive with the studying at Wraeven.
This was the first time I’d come up for air, except for one time where I went to Sylas’ dorm room and we spent the night fucking, where he schooled me in the many different ways to draw out intense, mind-blowing pleasure from both anal and cock play. He’d most definitely delighted in the fact that I could bounce back just seconds after coming, and we’d taken full advantage of it that night.
And now there was this fun evening with Velra.
The three of us had made plans to have breakfast together in the Dining Hall before classes, and I was really looking forward to that togetherness.
I didn’t know where Sylas was tonight, as he’d just told me that he hadsomething to attend to.I knew he was part of a secret sorcerer group, just not any of the details, because of said secrecy. I just hoped he was actually doingthatand not his vigilante work. Especially if there was actually something to this illness of his, and Cassius hadn’t just been exaggerating in a bid to jolt me from my pissed disposition when I’d shown up at his place.
Days ago.
Days ago I’d gone there, and none of us had heard anything from him.
He hadn’t contacted Velra. I knew because I had eyes on her.
He hadn’t done a fucking thing.
“Lazriel?”
I pulled from my thoughts to see Velra was gesturing at me to get moving, to pull off another stunt too.
Definitely down for that.
I patted the side of my bike, something I always did before a stunt.
Graverun goers and the student body at Wraeven in general referred to it asThe Hound’s Shadow.
It was powerful, but not flashy. Utilitarian and brutal. And the growl from the engine was fucking beastly. Definitely wolf-worthy.
It was a Yamaha MT-10, matte black with green detailing. The reinforced rear tire enabled me to ride hard, and the upgraded exhaust had an awesome low, guttural sound. Then there was the green LED underglow as well.
I pushed from my current idled state and my bike roared forward, the powerhouse growl reverberating up my spine.
