Oberon Academy Book Four: The Queen by Wendi Wilson

Author:Wendi Wilson [Wilson, Wendi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2019-10-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 20

The room was dark, the only sounds coming from my bunny Blossom shuffling around in her cage. I stretched, and wondering what time it was, fumbled for my tablet that I usually left resting on my bedside table. My hand brushed across its smooth surface and froze.

Memories crashed in, making my blood run cold. The loud booms, the dust and the screaming. Freya yelling something about Easton. Me, rushing out to go after him and Cris stopping me.

My grandfather, floating in the air, surrounded by Zephyrs.

I flew from my bed and flicked on the light. Shaela’s bed was empty, still neatly made with its purple pillows artfully arranged. I was still dressed in my uniform, which was wrinkled and damp with sweat.

I bounced from foot to foot, feeling the need to do something, but not sure what. I felt like screaming—shouting my anger and disappointment at the universe, but I knew it would solve nothing.

I needed information. I needed a plan.

I rushed from the room and headed for Finn’s office. I assumed everyone would be there, planning Easton’s rescue. Without me.

I chastised myself for passing out. I wasn’t the weak human girl who fainted whenever anything shocking happened anymore. I was December Thorne, daughter of two powerful Fae families and wielder of fantastic magic.

I should not have been sleeping.

I swung through the open door to Finn’s office and skidded to a halt. The room was empty. My eyes skimmed over the fire burning in the hearth and the chairs, still arranged in a circle from our meeting about Puck’s lack of communication.

“I guess we know the answer to that, now,” I mumbled under my breath, resentment flooding through me.

Where was everyone? Why weren’t they here, planning an ambush to get Easton back?

My feet shuffled across the floor toward Finn’s desk. A single sheet of paper lay there, a single sentence scrawled across it in big, loopy handwriting. I picked it up and read it.

If you ever want to see Easton Oberon again, bring me December Thorne.

The note slipped from my fingers and drifted lazily to the floor as my legs gave out. I dropped to my knees and pressed a hand to my chest, where it felt like a vise was gripping my heart.

This was all my fault.

I threatened Sebille. I made her look like a fool. I bested her more than once and now Easton was paying the price.

I climbed to my feet as renewed energy coursed through me. I paced in front of the desk, my eyes locked on that short, succinct note. I had to do something.

And I had to do it now.

I ran back up the stairs to prepare. With each step I took, the plan I was forming in my mind solidified a little more. As did my resolve to see it through.

Once I was closed off in my room, I methodically undressed and changed into a pair of stretchy workout pants and a snug-fitting tank top I borrowed from Shaela’s chest. I needed clothes that gave me freedom of movement, but also had no flowing edges that could get in the way.

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