Bloodline Diplomacy: A Young Adult Urban Fantasy Academy Novel (Bloodline Academy Book 3) by Lan Chan

Author:Lan Chan [Chan, Lan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-21T06:00:00+00:00

22

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Rachel said on my second night at Terran for the week. I was pacing around the room with some table salt in my hands.

“It’s a habit.”

“You’re messing up the floor.” She snapped the deadbolt that had been newly added to the lock on account of my unplanned ocean adventure.

A good point. I ignored it all the same.

“I’ll clean it up in the morning.”

It was still strange to be sleeping in a room that wasn’t my dorm at Bloodline. But I’d slept rough plenty of times. Still, there was a difference between sleeping somewhere for the sake of it and being forced to spend time in a place. Rachel sat on her bed in her underwear and a white singlet. She was sharpening one of her knives. It was disconcerting to say the least. I didn’t know what to do with myself. The room and indeed the whole house, felt like it was pressing in on me.

“Do you have any idea how a person would go about finding a lost deity?” I asked her.

She didn’t look up from where she was oiling her blade.

“Beats me,” she said. “If we knew that we’d have tried it already.”

“But surely there are common ways to call upon her.”

“We’ve tried it all. Summoning, searching circles—heck, we’ve even prayed on it.”

“How did they call upon her before she disappeared?”

“The same way your Nephilim call upon their seraphim.”

I scrunched up my nose. “First of all, they’re not my Nephilim. And second of all, the seraphim preside over all of us. Not just the supernaturals.”

A derisive sound came out of her throat. She shoved off her bed and proceeded to pick the spent leaves and flowers off the many indoor plants she had in here. That was the one saving grace of this room. The window ledge was stacked with hanging baskets filled with African violets, geraniums, and marigolds. Beside Rachel’s bed was a peace lily and next to our door was a fiddle leaf fig that was almost bursting out of its pot.

“Right,” Rachel said, in response to my correction. “Like that Nephilim doesn’t think he owns you. How come he never calls you by your actual name?”

The immediate answer on my tongue was that he was a jackass. But now that I thought about it, I couldn’t really come up with an answer. Rachel suspected as much. “It’s so that he can put a distinction between you,” she said. “They make you believe they’re close to human so that when they show their true forms, you’ll be less likely to resist.”

I could feel my face forming a frown. “Have you ever been around any of them?”

Something snapped. I wasn’t sure if she’d broken a plastic hanging pot or if she’d broken the actual ledge. “I’ve been around enough.”

When she turned and slid under the covers on her bed, the same look she’d given Sean when I’d first arrived was etched onto her face.

“What happened?” I asked, knowing for sure that this kind of hatred must have been a result of something horrific.

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