Chapter 56: CHAPTER 56
LYRA ANDREA SILVERTONGUE
Looking at the card in my hands doesn’t make it any easier than it already is. But the questions in my head are heavier than what is in my heart. One of it is finding out the people responsible for putting my sister through that ordeal.
“Place the card under the direct moonlight for directions.”
His words replay in my head as I step out of Camile’s den. I was waiting for her to get back, but the wait was getting too long. There is something about Camile’s room I have never come to understand. There’s a weight always hanging over my shoulders the minute is step foot inside, but once I step out of the four corners of those walls, it lifts as if a burden has been taken off my shoulders.
I used to attribute it to the fact that Jade might have been within these walls at some point. But lately, the pressure has been getting more intense. And my visions are no longer working the way it used it.
The silver moonlight cast it warm presence upon me as I step out into the open fields. The minute its light touches the card in my hands, white lights courses through the frames, and a path is drawn ahead of me to follow.
Following it isn’t the problem. The problem is cutting around corners that I haven’t seen in this Academy, before. There is an entrance in front of me, but before I can make it through, a hand grabs hold of my arm, and pulls me into a very dark corner.
I draw out my silver blade, but the glowing eyes of the red-head in front sends lightning coursing down my back and in my veins.
“Beatrice?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She growls as I rip my arm off her hands.
“I could have killed you, you know,” I retort, and she scoffs at me.
“Oh, please. You don’t have it in you,” she retorts. “Now, back to my question. What in the sevens are you doing here?”
“Quiet, you guys,” a familiar voice retorts, and it’s none other than the Were-siren. “Are you guys coming in, or not?”
I return my gaze back on the red-head who isn’t surprise to be ushered in by the Were-siren.
“So, you’re one of them, too?” I ask, and she throws her eyes at me.
“Well, I didn’t know who you were when we first met,” Beatrice answers. “It was only when Lucian gave me orders that I knew who you are.”
“Lucian?” I retort.
“Yeah. He’s a Dothar,” Beatrice responds, and my jaw drops.
“We can all talk about that, inside,” the Were-siren interrupts, and Beatrice walks in before me.
The brown eyes stretch his hands to me, and I refuse it.
“Name’s Colin, by the way,” he mutters, and I don’t spare him another glance as I barge through the entrance. “Common now, be a sweetheart for me, would you.”
“Try that again and I promise you will live to regret it,” I return as I square up to him, but the voice of Emily and Clarisse releases my gaze from his sight.
“Fierce. I like that,” he retorts. “Maybe you can show me how you did that.”
“Leave her be, Colin,” a voice rings behind me, and the minute I turn, it’s the girl from the dining hall. The one with the purple eyes.
“Come on, Aurora,” Colin retorts. “I was just trying to get to know the comet we’ve been really waiting on.”
“Maybe you want her to give you another nosebleed, do you?” Aurora returns, and Colins steps back, but not without giving me a wink, and a slight smirk of his lips.
“Sorry about that, Lyra. He’s a bit of an attention seeker,” Aurora mutters, but my eyes leave her gaze and falls on Emily and Clarisse, once more.
She traces my diversion and pats a hand on my arms.
“Don’t take it too hard on your friends, Lyra. They were just doing what they were prepared for.”
“Yeah. Preparing to take another life the way they did the first one,” I retort, and Aurora washes the smile off her face.
“They didn’t kill your sister, Lyra,” Aurora responds. “The Order did.”
I knot my brows and widen my eyes at her, trying to understand the words pooling out of her lips.
“What do you mean, the Order?” I retort. “Why would they try to eliminate her?”
“No one told you?” She responds, and my brain is piecing up the pieces like a damn chessboard. Still, all to no avail.
“Told me what?” I ask, scanning my eyes over the few people who are staring at me like a meteorite falling from the sky.
Aurora takes a quick draw of cloying air, before returning her attention to me.
“Your uncle is the one who sanctioned her death. The brothers were more of an end product.”
“I don’t understand,” I respond. “Which uncle?”
“I see,” Aurora utters. “Camile didn’t tell you this part, did she?”
“And neither did Emily, or Clarisse,” I respond.
The silence that stretches between us doesn’t take long before she breaks it up.
“Your uncle sits at the table of the high court. The good thing is he doesn’t know about your existence, yet. And we, the Dothars are to keep it that way until your ascension.”
“My what?” I retort.
“Your sister was trying to seal the rift between this realm and the last one, but she didn’t have the power for it,” Aurora responds. “You, however, have the bloodline within you. You are the most powerful the realm has to offer.”
“I don’t even have a wolf within me, Aurora,” I reply. “And didn’t they say Jade was trying to release the Dark One from his cage?”
“That’s the narrative we’ve been fed, Lyra. But the truth is not what it looks like.”
Aurora looks over her shoulders like someone’s watching her, when we literally have close to five people staring at us.
“I feel we have a mole within us, Lyra,” she whispers, and I knot my brows in confusion. “A message from Ulfrida informs me that your secret has already been exposed to the high court. That means someone within us has spilled the beans.”
“Who?” I retort.
“In due time we will find that out, Lyra,” she replies. “Until then, I’ll see you in the games.”
My jaws drop slightly when I recall I still have to perform in some diabolical game that will be filled with bloodshed.