Chapter 11 The Failed Revenge
Chapter 11
Lira’s POV
The Failed Revenge
I watched as Cael's gaze darkened, his eyes flickering from me to Lyra. Everyone around expected the worst, then he said, "Present."
Gasps escaped from the mouths of those around. No one expected him to be straightforward, but he did. I quickly laid out my true plan; it had concise movements, the diversions were very clear, and traps strategically placed in corners enemies wouldn't expect in their wildest imaginations.
The hall fell silent for minutes, completely captivated and in awe. Even to the point that the instructor could not hold his breath. It was at that point that he realized their plan had failed woefully.
By the time I finally finished presenting, everyone around was overwhelmed, lacking words to describe my strategies. No one said anything until Cael finally broke the silence, his voice low, gentle but with much authority. "This is flawless. No presentation is more efficient and executable than this."
Everyone listened keenly, mesmerized by my plans. And then, he lifted his gaze and landed it on Lyra. "Unlike the one discovered to be a forged mess. Care to give us a concise explanation on why your perfume is all over the place?"
The room erupted into murmuring and whispers. Everyone with their own opinion. At that point, Lyra was under pressure, her strong exterior cracking to expose her weaknesses, but she tried to cover them up with fake smiles. "Perhaps, while holding the second plan, she mistakenly brushed against me. And to think of it, why would I decide to waste time in such a petty and unprofitable trick?"
"Because you are desperate, and would go to any length to ensure I'm expelled or executed," I replied, but keeping my voice calm and collected. "And it is well known that desperation like yours, stinks worse than cheap perfume."
The students burst into loud laughter, and that was a dagger stabbed directly at Lyra's pride. I watched how her first clenched, but there was nothing she could do.
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After the dramatic class finally ended, students dispersed in groups, all whispering and spreading gossip about Lyra to new recruits who hadn't joined the class. Before I knew what was happening, Lyra emerged from nowhere and blocked my path, her emerald green eyes burning like untamed fire.
"You think this is the end of it, right?" She hissed the moment she was in front of me.
I leaned closer to her, ensuring to keep my voice calm and in a whisper. "No. It can never be over. We just started. And a piece of advice for you; keep underestimating me, and that would even make my winning much sweeter."
Her hand shook violently, as if she were going to slap me. But Cael's voice interrupted immediately, stopping the tension already building up. "Enough!"
We both froze as we turned in the direction of the voice. It seemed he had stayed behind only to get the chance to watch us. His gaze landed on me first, lingering longer than necessary, before turning to Lyra with so much disdain that I felt for her.
That made Lyra storm out in rage, completely humiliated in front of her juniors.
Cael stepped closer, the distance between us almost an inch, his expression unreadable. "You handled that so... efficiently and maturely."
I tilted my head, planning to make him lower his gaze in intimidation. "You seem surprised?"
"No," he replied quickly, but his tone betrayed him. "Only that it made me wonder aloud...." His eyes narrowed, almost drilling me. "...how exactly was an omega too quick to smoothly form the best strategy, way better than heirs trained right from birth?"
My heart pounded, but I didn't let my mask slip. Nyra's voice broke through my thoughts, whispering in my skull. "Be very careful, Selene. He's circling closer than necessary. If there's as much as one wrong move, be assured that he will taste the truth."
I forced a small smile, doing everything possible to erase the tension already building up. "Maybe, you might not be the only one who doesn't fancy sleep at night, but devote time to training."
Cael said nothing, but his gaze was still hard on me, suspicious and yet very cautious not to get me furious. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the hunger to break through my wall of defiance, to penetrate my soul, but I wasn't ready to let him in. I must remain focused, not allowing anything to distract me.
And even with Lyra's threat, her resolve to implicate, I knew the battle was just starting, but I will never give up.
Cael stood like a statue, lacking words to say to me, completely smitten by my intelligence, as I never failed to give the right answer to every question thrown at me.
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"Did you see her annoying smirk yesterday? Her arrogance has wings, giving her the feeling that she's clever with her approach." That was coming from Lyra. She was in one corner of the training ground with her crew. Was she whispering? No. She wanted me to hear everything. I guess she sighted me from a distance and decided to scream her lungs out.
One of her pathetic cronies, a petite girl with too much perfume for her size, and zero wit added. "She had the guts to embarrass you in front of everyone, Lyra. She mustn't go free without paying."
"Oh, she will." Lyra snapped. "I have already developed plans on how to get her, and it's today!"
I lingered longer than intended. I had to get myself ready for whatever she might be preparing with her group of minions. I needed no one to tell me that she wouldn't let go so easily, I knew she must try to retaliate.
As I made to leave, Nyra's voice stopped me mid-step. "Be careful, Selene, Lyra's claws become too sharp any time she feels cornered!"
That was a warning, and I wasn't going to take it lightly. I must achieve my mission of coming to this Academy. Not Lyra, nor the Council would stop me! And of course, Cael and Riven wouldn't be the death of me!