Autumn Rose

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Autumn
No. No way. Absolutely not. The princes voice rang down the hallway as I headed toward the morning room, where a very early breakfast was waiting. Six forty-five. I havent been up this early in months. I could hardly walk in a straight line I was so tired, and I hadnt bothered to straighten my hair as I didnt have the energy to summon my magic. In short, I needed coffee, badly.
You cant make me! Im not a child anymore, in case you havent noticed.
Strictly speaking, you are a minor until January, an unfamiliar voicemale, with a Canadian accentsaid. I froze midstep. I wasnt in any hurry to meet anybody outside of the family and Lady Elizabeth, and the incredulous tone of the other person told me he was no servant.
Dont be pedantic.
Better punctilious than dead, dont you think?
Dont be melodramatic.
Fallon: your father, your uncle and aunt, my father, and I all think this is necessary for your safety. Does that not mean something to you?
No! I came here to avoid all of this!
I closed my eyes with a resigned, noiseless sigh before edging down the corridor toward the door, peering through the crack because it was ajar. Prince Fallon stood with his back to me, and I was alarmed to see he was still dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants when we had to leave in less than half an hour to get to school on time.
All of a sudden, I felt the rush of multiple consciousnesses slam against my own and begin to wrestleviolently and unrelentinglywith my barriers, until I felt the cooling embrace of Fallons consciousness. With that, the intruders pulled back slowly, like retreating waves, dragging a disturbing amount of my energy with them.
I was left in no doubt as to the identity of the people attendant on the prince.
Autumn, he called aloud. Gingerly, I stepped into the room. There was no point hiding the fact I had been just the other side of the door.
Hovering behind the prince, I kept as close as I could to the table laden with food and a large jug of coffee. Three men were dotted along the far wall, leaning against the ledge that ran the length of the window, dominating the room. A fourth stood perfectly upright among tall vases of flowers, dwarfed by his height. As I emerged on the other side of the prince, he unstuck and came forward, bowing with the other three.
My lady, he greeted me warmly, and to my utter surprise took my left hand in his own and kissed the finger where a ring would be placed. How beautiful you have grown to be. As he straightened, I blushed, less at his compliment and more at the fact he obviously knew me while I did not know him.
But I did know what he was; what they all were. The Athan Cudie. The royal bodyguard.
They are everything the Athenea need them to be. They are as happy in the foreground as they are in the background; they will deal with the pomp and circumstance and they will act as normally as any other member of the staff. All guards and military personnel, from a messenger to the lord high admiral, are directly answerable to them and their leader, Adalwin. Most are born into the role; they train as children alongside their royal highnesses, because it fosters feudal loyalty. They would die for their charges, if called upon to do so.
The prince spared me the embarrassment of trying to reply by rounding on me. Autumn, youll agree with me. Having bodyguards is stupid, isnt it?
I inwardly cringed, but I was not about to argue with the Athan Cudie. I think, I began, choosing my next words carefully, aware of how the princes eyes were doing a very good imitation of puppys, that Your Highnesss safety should be put above everything else.
Big deal, Grandmother.
The prince narrowed his eyes, mouthing the word traitor in my direction. But I had meant what I said. The reports of Extermino in the neighboring county of Somerset had totally eclipsed the news about Violet Lee, which was old news in any case, thanks to the vamperic king and his councils secrecy. And for that reason, I was determined to focus on the more pressing danger, rather than my own dismay at the discovery surrounding my dreams.
The man who had kissed my hand smirked. Dont be so modest, duchess. We are here for you, too.
F-for me?
Yes. Which means, Fallon, if you refuse our protection, you also compromise the safety of our gracious lady of England. He turned and examined one of the flowers for a moment, glancing back with mischievous eyes and a lopsided, angular grin. I think that rather settles the matter, hmm?
The prince made no argument as the four Athan left, instead glowering at them with the same communicative expression he had used to chastise his aunt when I had first arrived. The light was too glaring to be able to properly tell, but his eyes seemed to have become very suddenly pale, too.
Oh, it will be a big deal when you have dealings with the Athenea. Because when that happens, the Athan will become your shadow.
With a heavy sigh he joined me beside the table, frowning. I wrapped my arms around my waist protectively, knowing I had as good as forced the Athan on him.
Help yourself, he said as he reached for the sugar, gesturing to the table, which was smothered in every sort of breakfast food imaginable, and all vegan. I went straight for the coffee, drinking it black from a tiny teacup.
You didnt recognize him, did you? he asked as he poured his own sugary cup of coffee. He didnt look up to see me shaking my head. That was Adalwins son, Edmund.
I placed the cup down on the table again, because it clinked against the saucer as my hands shook slightly. I did know who he was. Are you being serious?
Yup. He popped the p and downed his drink. Apparently Im the most high-risk royal outside of Atheneas walls right now, so I get the best. Lucky me, he added, and though his tone was light, the slight shake of his head at the end told me he was far more bothered about this than he was letting on; as was I. They have been hanging around in the background for weeks . . . it was too dangerous for me to be alone, but its just horrible when they are actually with you, like a shadow, all day, all night.
Sorry, I mumbled, staring at his socks. My hair fell right around my faceit was practically uncontrollable when it was curly, unless I tucked it behind my ears, which is what I did.
Dont be. Edmund was in Australia with me and knows how to twist my arm. His feet moved and I looked up, seeing him reach for an orange. Excuse the teeth. With that, he bit down into the flesh of the fruit, tearing a strip of peel away and finishing the job with his hands. Arent you going to eat?
Im not really hungry.
You know, he said between bites of an orange segment, his eyes fixed on where my hair was tucked, you are a very good liar, but I can hear your stomach growling.
I cringed as it did exactly that. He swallowed another piece of orange, reaching out to pick up an apple and offer it to me. I shook my head. I wasnt hungry.
Okay then . . . pain au chocolat? All girls love chocolate!
I shrugged halfheartedly.
Come on; fill up on vegan food while you can. Blueberry muffin? No? Toast then?
I grimaced but gave him a small nod. He must have seen me glancing at the Marmite, because he picked it up, examined the back, where the ingredients were listed, scrunched up his nose, and gave a bemused shake of his head, muttering something about Australian Vegemite as he slathered it on far too thickly for me. When he was done, he picked up the triangle of bread and offered to feed it to me; in a stupor, I let him, clamping it between my teeth. A light wash of pink appeared on his cheeks, a backdrop to his russet scars.
That . . . that really suits you, the blushing, he said, tentatively reaching out to my cheeks. Instead, his hand froze and he grimaced, then wheeled around on his heel and ran out of the room before I could even thank him for the toast.
The garage doors were fully raised when I rounded the building, the only change in my appearance the addition of the schools V-neck jumper and my school bag. My weekend bag I had cast home. The prince, on the other hand, looked utterly different: he had changed out of his sweatpants into a pair of dark red jeansthe same color as his scarsthat bunched around the tops of his military-style black boots. With that he had paired his usual V-neck, off-white this time. He was ahead of me all the way from the front entrance, and it was only when he reached the tarmac of the driveway that I realized I was staring. Thankfully, he was occupied by a group of men and women dressed entirely in form-fitting clothes, complete with belts of multiple knives and guns, which made the dagger I had tucked into a holster beneath my skirt feel very inadequate. He didnt seem bothered by the weaponry, pulling one of the men and then a woman into guy hugsthe kind that involved the colliding of chests and pummeling of the back.
Edmund was clearly in charge, and when he glanced at his watch, the three men from the morning room divided into a pair and a lone man, sliding into two sleek, spiffy-looking four-door sports cars, entirely blacked-out and identical apart from the license plates. Edmund also got into the second car, forming another pair.
Prince Alfie and Lady Elizabeth, heading somewhere secluded near Dartmouth, had offered us a lift to school, and were already sitting in the front seats of Alfies poor excuse for an off-roader: a convertible jeep imitation with lowered suspension. Even with all the doors and windows closed, I could hear Lady Elizabeth calling it a hairdressers car and her boyfriend resolutely defending Jemima.
When we got in the back, Prince Alfie didnt start up the engine right away, instead studying the bodyguards cars to the left and right of us and the group of what I could only assume were backup still standing on the drive.
He inhaled and the air hissed through his gritted teeth. Wow. Securitys resources department must really love us right now, he said in a kind of awed sigh.
Prince Fallon finished buckling in and rested his forehead on the back of his cousins headrest. This is such overkill. The biggest danger at Kable is a bunch of girls hitting on Edmund.
I forced a smile with the others, but I didnt agree with him. I would never, ever say it aloud, but I was glad the Athan would be with us. I could count the number of dark beings living in the southwest on two hands; the Extermino simply had no reason to be here, other than that they had got wind of the princes presence.
The roar of the engines in the cramped garage was deafening, and I was glad when we sped out behind Edmunds car and in front of the other. When I turned in my seat and looked over the roof of the other car to take a last look at Burratorthe name of their estateI realized the backup group had vanished. That didnt surprise me.
Studying the scene in the exact reverse of the way I had first viewed it, the white mansion retreating farther and farther away as we moved down the corridor of trees, I felt a sense of homesickness I could only associate with the times I had been forced to leave the majestic spires of St. Sapphires to visit my parents. It was a happy place. A place full of magic and energy, which my lethargic mind drank up. Yet it was bittersweet, because I was uncomfortable with the possibility that I could be confusing bricks and mortar with a warm affection for the people who dwelled inside. And that was treasonous to the memory of my grandmother. Because they did know. And feeling affection for people who purposefully kept me in the dark was confusing.
The prince was watching me, and when I caught his eyes, the one side of his lips upturned. Theres always next weekend.
I smiled weakly. There was no way I could miss more shifts down at the caf, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other two and I wasnt ready to open my mind up to him again. Yet he lingered around my barriers and I think he understood, because his smile faltered and he went back to looking out of his window with a glum expression.
Either way, I imprinted the dollhouse mansion on my mind, wishing to remember the place where I had discovered my grandmothers powerful legacy to me: the power to see the future. And whether I liked it or not, it was a part of her shadow no pretty meadow or prince could rid me of.
The journey to Kable seemed longer than it had on the way up, despite the fact that Dartmouth was closer to school than Brixham. Perhaps that was because I was slightly dreading our arrival at school, since I had no idea what to expect. A convertible, four Sage, and a flashy escortnot to mention the other Athan, who would occasionally appear and sprint along beside uswas hardly inconspicuous. At least it looked imposing.
I was surprised, when we broke from the drizzle of the moor, to find the roof folding back. The roads were empty so early in the morning, but I waited for Edmund or one of the others to tell Prince Alfie to close it. It remained open, and I could see why Lady Elizabeth had brought a scarf to wrap around her hair.
When we crossed the roundabout that marked the boundaries of the upper part of town, I tried to flatten my hair a little, but it sprang right back up into its usual full-bodied style. I was nervous about my appearance. I had never worn my hair natural and curly to school, apart from my first day, when I had hastily thrown it into a ponytail. The same went for makeup. I felt na**d without it.
Edmund clearly knew where he was going, because he indicated into Milton Lane. As Prince Alfie followed, I saw him briefly glance to the left, to where Townstal started. All three cars slowed down considerably as they crossed over the speed bumps, and Prince Fallon looked ready to slide down off his seat into a puddle on the floor as students walking along the pavement gawked. The part of my stomach right below the waistband of my skirt clenched painfully as the school came into view. Two double-decker buses were idling while students disembarked at the stop, and a third was turning into the other end of the road. There were cars and mini-buses pulling in, and the sidewalks were covered in navy-blue-and-white uniforms. We couldnt have arrived at a worse time.
The second escort car hovered and didnt follow us as we swung into the parking lot. I figured they had to wait there to rejoin with Prince Alfie and Lisbeth. Edmund, on the other hand, was backing into one of the few remaining spaces, and Prince Alfie took us right to the turning circle in front of the paved entrance.
Prince Fallon shifted to look at me and I could see that his expression had completely changed. No longer was he visibly embarrassed. That had been replaced with a smug smirk that wasnt matched by any twinkle in his eyes. I was beginning to feel guilty for not backing him up in the morning room. This was clearly paining him.
Crossing the parking lot was what looked like more than half the school moving en masse toward us, and the prince very quickly hopped over the low side of the car without bothering to open the door, flitting in less than a second to my side. He didnt open my door, either, but reached in and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and supporting me as I placed my foot on the side and hopped down. I used my free hand to keep my skirt from flaring up. I grabbed my bag, but Lady Elizabeth stopped me before I could move any further.
Its been really lovely meeting you. Im going back home on Tuesday, but Ill be back in a couple of weeks, so come up to Burrator, okay? I need some girl company, and I also need to get you calling me Lisbeth. She winked at me and I smiled a little, sheepishly glancing down to the tarmac. And you look beautiful, Autumn. Dont fret.
I wondered if she had seen me fussing over my appearance, but didnt have time to ask, as the prince tugged on my arm. The students were splitting like ants around the small roundabout and spilling very quickly toward the multiple entrances created by the school blocks. Edmund and his counterpart, the former having thrown his driving gloves into the car and buttoned uphis Athenean coat of armsemblazoned jacket, were strolling toward us, seemingly paying no attention to the sprawl threatening to engulf them. I knew better.
Have fun at school, kiddos! Prince Alfie shouted over the sound of the engine, in the voice he reserved for banter with his cousin.
Everybody is looking, I muttered faintly as the car started to pull away.
They will do that. Act like nothing is happening, the prince said, placing a hand on the small of my back and quickly guiding me into the entrance. Even the teachers, who appeared as one group from the staff room, were staring. I could see Mr. Sylaeia smirking amid them.
I dont think they are going to buy that one. I just got out of a car with you, I hissed, having to lean even closer to him to ensure he heard over the chorus of footsteps, gossiping, and even wolf-whistles.
The men in black dont help, either, he added, tossing his gaze over his shoulder for a brief moment.
We had emerged from the tunneled entrance into the covered area surrounding the quad, and I dived to the right of a pillar while he was forced to the left, breaking his contact with me. He didnt replace his hand.
In the quad, the students who had arrived early were mainly lounging on the benches, but perked up when we climbed the steps into the tarmac square, gawking at the two Athan flanking our shadows.
You know, I once watched a film where everybody stares
Yeah, I read those sparkly vampire books, he interrupted and I cursed my lack of attention toward my barriers around my mind. He knew exactly what film I was talking about.
You actually read
Of course, he interrupted again in an even lower voice. His hand had returned to my back and was guiding me into the English block as I heard the main crowd thundering through the entrances. I thought I could find some good material to insult Kaspar Varn with.
Any success?
Some. But really I just wish the Varns were as well-behaved as vampires in those books. Then life, he said, dropping his bag onto our usual desk in Mr. Sylaeias room, would be lovely.
Instead of sitting opposite me, as he usually did in homeroom, he came and sat down in the chair next to me, which would usually be Tammys. I wasnt sure why, but it made me feel better about the impending arrival of the rest of the group.
Just as Edmund and his colleague had settled into place against the empty desk that clung to the wall, Mr. Sylaeia strode in, laptop bag over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.
Morning, he said brightly. Extermino? he chirped breezily in the direction of the Athan, as though simply inquiring about the weather. He didnt seem at all surprised or ruffled by their presence, despite the fact I was pretty sure his mind would have been enduring severe harassment from the minute he stepped onto the block.
I saw Edmund frown, but the prince beat him to it. How do you know about that?
My mother. Chief gossiper of London. She heard rumors so rung me up in the middle of the night to beg me to come to London for my safety. He made a set of air quotes with his fingers as he finished his sentence off. That translates as parading a set of women in front of me so I can pick a wife before my half-Sagean blood makes me look the grand old age of thirty when Im only thirty-six. The horror! he finished, rolling his eyes and finding whatever he had been looking for in the bag throughout his rant. He came over with several sheets of paper covered in cursive handwriting. One set was written in blue ink, the other blackI recognized the latter as an essay of mine. He let them float down onto the desk. Better. Much better. Both of you. Perhaps I should arrange detention for you two again, he chuckled. Your hair looks nice, Autumn, he added and I felt myself flare red, weakly smiling and pretending to read over his comments on my essay.
Returning to his desk, he grabbed his tie from his bag and began winding it around his neck, tying a loose knot with it. He looked such a contrast with the other adult Sage in the room, whose shirts were starched and crisp, fastened with gleaming cuff links and buttons, and completely and utterly not loose. And by the way, dont try the tea in the staff room. The milk isnt soy, he advised the Athan as the first students arrived through the door. After that, his grin disappeared and he acted as though they werent there, for which I was thankful.
There were clearly two questions on the lips of every single person who entered the room, but it wasnt until Gwen thundered in, flopped down into a chair opposite the prince, and pointed at the two newest additions to the homeroom group, that anyone was brave enough to voice their curiosity.
Who are they? she demanded.
My stalkers, the prince replied in a disinterested voice, hiding behind his essay.
I know who they are, Christy proudly declared, pulling up a fourth chair at the table as Tammy and Tee added a fifth and sixth. Everybody else sat up, intent. Theyre the royal bodyguard. Theyre with your lot in all the pictures. With that, she pulled out the latest edition of Quaintrelle, opened it up to a middle page, and pointed to the princes older brother and heir to the throne, who appeared to be lounging in the stern of a yacht, surrounded by bikini-clad women but utterly absorbed by a book. Sure enough, dotted among the hordes of attractive women were the Athan.
The prince briefly leaned across me to appraise the picture before returning to his essay, rolling his eyes. With a triumphant flick of her ponytail Christy began reading the accompanying text.
Gwen, on the other hand, caught my eye and waggled her index finger in the direction of Edmund and, more precisely, his loosely curled hair, which was pushed back off his forehead. Bringing her hand up to cover one side of her mouth so nobody could read the words off her lips, she whisperednot so quietlyto me, Hes really fit!
I leaned forward to rest my elbows on the desk, lacing my fingers together. Hes also five hundred years old.
The other Athan snorted with laughter and then promptly tried to cover it up by clearing his throat. Gwens mouth opened and closed a few times like a goldfish, before settling on a disappointed pout. Poor Edmund kept staring dead-ahead, his face utterly expressionless.
You owe me fifty dollars, Richard, the prince said, addressing the second man in the same bored voice, but when I leaned back in my seat I could see he was smirking behind the pages.
He actually bet on someone hitting on Edmund? I couldnt help but grin too at that thought.
Perhaps I was grinning too much, because when I looked up, Christy, Gwen, and Tammy were all looking at me with wide, curious eyes and Gwens wagging finger was now directed at the space between the prince and me.
So, Christy mouthed. You two? Her eyebrows raised and she flicked her ponytail again.
I just frowned at them all and shook my head.
Tammy feigned being insulted and then tried again. Why are they here? she mouthed, jolting her head toward Edmund and Richard. I shook my head again. I wasnt going to give them the answer to that. It would only cause panic.
Gwen, utterly thrilled by this turn of events and its entertainment potential, started making very crude gestures with her hands, exactly like those she had used on Tammy on the first day of school. Christy, sympathetic or sensible, I didnt know which, rolled up her magazine and swatted at Gwens hands. Gwen, disgruntled, snatched the magazine and threw it back at Christy. It landed open in front of her.
Before I could see what the picture was of, the prince had snatched it up, smoothing it back down in front of us. I had to suppress a gasp when I read the headline. It was about Violet Lee and the vamperic Autumnal Equinox ball.
He was scanning the left page, so I scanned the right. I knew exactly what he was looking for and couldnt breathe until I had finished all three columns. There was an abundance of information about her dress, whom she had danced with, insider impressions of her character, but nothing about the Crimson family or what had been inflicted upon her. The gag orders were working just as well for the Varns as they were for the Athenea.
Ugh! Why are you reading that? Valerie Danvers asked from the next table, with a wrinkled nose. She looked straight at the princeshe had settled on ignoring my existence since our little incident. Sage like you dont care about humans like Violet Lee. You just let humans die, like she does, she sneered, jabbing her finger toward meI spoke too soon. I exist again.
A lump formed in my throat as everybody turned in their seats toward her, and the prince slowly slid the magazine back across the desk.
Apologies, Valerie, I didnt realize you were the paragon of compassion and care, Fallon said loudly, so the whole class could hear. People laughed cruelly. Mr. Sylaeia, who had half opened the door in preparation for sending her out, closed it again.
Whatever, she snapped, picking up an actual book and covering her face with it to read. I glanced back at the prince, who hadnt moved his penetrating gaze away from her.
When Mr. Sylaeia turned his back, he leaned across the gap between the tables. Insult her again and Ill forget that I care about humans, he threatened in a low voice. Valerie looked like she wanted to spit in his face but huffed and hid behind her book.
When everyone had recovered, Christy returned to Quaintrelle and also seemed to be in a mood to discuss dimensional politicsa lot of Kables girls had found a sudden calling to the subject recently. After a while, the topic inevitably moved back to Violet Lee.
I dont know why she needs all this pity, Christy said, fingering the outline of a sketched version of Violets dress. I get that if you didnt know about dark beings, seeing thirty men get killed would be a shock, but the rest of us humans got over it. They were slayers, so who cares? Bit selfish doing a damsel in distress, if you ask me. Just turn already.
I averted my gaze away from the table. Up until the previous day, I would have largely agreed with Christys summary. It was being dragged out and people were tiring of it. The horrible thing was it was probably better for people to feel apathy toward the Varns hostage rather than any united human front of support. That was the last thing we needed.
But now . . . now that I knew I had been sharing in Violet Lees shame through the medium of my dreams, I just couldnt bring myself to reply. She didnt need any more pitying; she was a pitiful enough creature already.
I felt a light pressure on my elbow beneath the edge of the desk. I didnt need to look to know who it was, and let his hand rest there for the remainder of homeroom. When the bell rang, I experienced the same sensation of disappointment I had felt leaving Burrator.
As the prince packed up his things, I was surprised to see Richard, not Edmund, stir and prepare to leave with him. The prince didnt question it and I didnt think it would be appropriate for me to, either, in front of the others.
As I was unpacking my things for GCSE Englishin other words, Mr. Sylaeias book on misogyny to finish up, because I was far ahead of the rest of the classthe prince crossed behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. He pulled a much wider, much more pronounced version of his mischievous smile, which made dimples appear on his cheeks. He said something in Sagean to me, winked, and then strolled out of the room.
Christy twisted in her seat to watch him go, blowing air through pursed lips to produce a low, appreciative whistle in his wake. I watched him go, too, and would have kept staring at the open door if a face hadnt suddenly appeared level with mine. There was the slam of a bag on the table in the now-free space, but I didnt dare look.
You slept with him, didnt you? Gwen growled, half getting up on the table by placing a knee on the desk.
I hastily slid back in my chair. What? No!
She slammed her palm against the wood; if my hands had not been clenching the chair very tightly, her long, glossy hair would probably have been cinderssparks were tripping on my fingers.
Damn! I wanted to know how big his dick is. She got down and slumped into her chair, folding her arms. Tell me when you find out. I think youve got a way better chance of sucking on it than we do.
Quit it, Gwen. Autumns not stupid enough to do that, Tammy said, coming to my rescue. I extended one side of my mouth in a shy smile of gratitude.
But cmon, Autumn, put us out of our misery! Christy demanded. What were you doing getting out of the same car as Prince Fallon, then? With someone who looked like Prince Alfred driving? She added emphasis both times she said the princes names.
I looked to Edmund for permission. His face was no longer composed and I could see his lips fighting the urge to smileI dont know how he was maintaining control listening to this kind of conversation. Catching my eye, he gave a small nod.
He is living with the duke and duchess of Victoria because they have property here. As Im the premier nobleperson in the country, it was my duty to welcome them. So they invited me to stay for the weekend.
Gwen jumped up in her chair and screamed, then swore, turning the heads of the whole class so they were listening. Mr. Sylaeia made no move to regain order. I think it was his way of telling me he had been right. You stayed with him? All weekend?
Yes.
You had him all to yourself. I am so, so jel! She sighed, dropping back into her chair. He is just so gorgeous, and rich, and
The most famous person on the planet
And intelligent
I cant believe we spend fifteen minutes of every day with him!
And gentlemanly
He surfed in Australia!
And rich, and famous
And he had that hottie, Amanda, on his arm for years
And I bet his dick is like nine inches
If you have all finished listing His Highnesss attributes, I think the duchess would like to bask in her admirable dignity, Edmund interrupted, silencing the room with his steely tones. A few people gasped. Others shrank back down into their seats. Gwen and Christy bit their lips to suppress their giggles, whereas Tammy paled. Even Mr. Sylaeia raised his eyebrows at me when I glanced his way. Unperturbed, however, he picked up his pen and bounced on his heels as he always did when something especially boring was coming our way.
Good call, he praised, nodding in Edmunds direction. If you ever get sick of kicking anti-Athenean backside, consider a career as a teacher.
The whole class laughed. Even Edmund cracked a very small smile.
Once the last chuckle had died down, the lesson properly began and I opened my book, finding my page in the very last chapter. I was hoping to return it that day, and so scanned the text quickly, making sparse notes on anything that might help my A-level. I had read two pages when there was a tap on my arm.
It was Tammy. What did he say to you in Sagean before he left? she whispered.
Oh, I breathed, looking back down at my page to hide my smile. He said, maple syrup.
Before she could question the meaning of that, the fire bell rang. Above its continuous, shrill cry, a few students whooped and cheered. Mr. Sylaeia frowned, flipping his teacher planner open. His expression darkened before he began barking instructions.
I had no need to listen to them as I found Edmund at my side, stiff and hoisting me up. I went to grab my books and bag, but he instructed me to leave everything. One look at his face told me to obey.
This was no drill.