Blood Haven Academy Year One by Nicole Zoltack

Author:Nicole Zoltack [Zoltack, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole Zoltack

Chapter

Seventeen

Julian

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It’s been far too long since I last spoke to Romelia, and I have been slowly going out of my mind. Bermon and Mercy hover by my side constantly, and the rumors about vampires coming to attack the academy and then instead attacking humans, slaughtering them… Well, let’s just say that every werewolf is on high alert. Our hackles have been collectively raised.

Mercy, of course, tries to paint a picture that the vampires are all evil, vile abomination against nature itself, and I just let her talk. Maybe it's wrong to allow her to think that she's changing my mind, but she's failing. Nothing she can say will get me to believe that Romelia is capable of such devastation. Are some vampires evil? Yes, but numerous werewolves are locked away in Magical Prison, and many more have to be executed for crimes against either supernaturals or the humans.

Neither side is blameless, so why should I condemn either?

The fact that Romelia hasn’t contacted me in any way does not alarm me, but I do not think I can take another day of this distance. It’s reckless and dangerous, maybe even stupid, but I slip off campus of Moonstone Academy and head toward Blood Haven.

The sight of a guard patrolling makes me pause, and I inhale deeply. There are multiple guards all along the perimeter, and I slowly make my way back to my room.

I’m not sure why I inhale as deeply as I had outside in my room, but her faint scent—incense and flowers—captures me entirely. My nose leads me to the clothes I wore to the ball, and that’s when I realize something is missing.

One of the cufflinks my father gave me.

“Julian, when you meet the woman of your dreams, you will want to look sharp. You need to dress to impress,” he said.

“Because we’re peacocks and need to have colorful plumage,” I joked.

"You jest, but there's truth in it. First impressions can make or break a relationship. Trust matters so much, and I'm trusting you with these."

He placed the gold cufflinks in my hands.

“I wore them when I met your mother,” he said, a softness lightening the darkness of his eyes. His are brown, almost black, but mine are like Mom’s, a light green color.

“And they’re valuable.”

Dad made a scoffing sound. "Because they're made of gold? No. That doesn't matter. What matters is their sentimental value. What lies in the heart is what matters most, and the right woman will help you believe that. The right woman will change you."

“Shouldn’t she love me for who I am?”

“Of course, but love, true love, will change both parties. That is the nature of love. Together, you’re stronger. Your love will reshape you. Oh, and be certain to learn how to say, ‘Yes, Dear,’ without a hint of sarcasm.”

We both laughed, and I smile at the memory. My parents might yell at us at times, scold us, even nip or swat at us, but they do so out of love. I feel terrible that Romelia doesn’t have the same close relationship with her parents.

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