Pins and Needles (The Chosen Book 1) by N.M. Santoski

Author:N.M. Santoski [Santoski, N.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Santoski, N.M.
Published: 2012-08-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Finally, it was the weekend. Two days of freedom that... wasn't really freedom at all, Nolan suddenly realized. They were still trapped in Caer Anglia for the next eleven months. True, he could have unsealed the building at any time, but that would reveal that the Sword was in his possession—an unacceptable solution at the moment.

He decided that this weekend was going to be dedicated to uncovering every nook and cranny of this labyrinthine building. If he had time, he planned on hunting down Pyrrhus or Claire and attempting to talk to them a bit about the history of his family. He felt as if everyone knew his business but him.

He saw that Angus was still asleep and quietly, thankfully, slipped out the door without rousing him. His first mission was to visit the Atrium again to discharge some Power—he could feel the ends of his hair crackling with the need to let go. The thunderstorms of the night before didn't help—lightning always seemed to add an extra charge to his body, and it was still pouring. It was barely dawn, and every sane teenager in the building was taking advantage of an unstructured Saturday to sleep. Thus, his trip downstairs was silent and uneventful.

He pushed open the door to the Atrium to find Pyrrhus already within. He wasn't using his numina, however—he was running in long, loping strides along the perimeter of the room.

"Morning, Aeron," he called, never slowing. "Want to join me?"

As Pyrrhus came back around, Nolan stepped into stride with him. "What are you doing up this early?" Pyrrhus asked.

"Thunderstorms make me jittery—wanted to blow off some steam. You?"

"I run every morning. Not a fan of the rain, though, so today I'm running in here instead of along the property. Good for endurance. How are you liking Caer Anglia?"

Nolan was quiet for a bit, trying to decide how to answer. "It feels right to be here, but still, somehow, wrong. I know… that made no damn sense, did it?"

Pyrrhus laughed. "It's six in the morning, you're excused. It'll be different in June, you'll see. When everyone returns for the Solstice, this place is like a beehive. I get the feeling it likes to be that way."

Nolan lost count of the number of laps they ran, but suddenly a fireball passed inches from his head. It was only his fast reflexes that saved him from a face full of flames.

"Damn it, Pyrrhus! What are you doing?"

Another fireball hit the dirt at his feet. Pyrrhus was grinning, dancing from foot to foot. "Come on, Aeron, let's spar! You wanted to get some numina work in, I'll make you earn your breakfast!"

"Are you sure?"

This time, the fireball did strike him in the foot, making him stamp around and curse as he tried to put the flames out. Pyrrhus yanked his shirt over his head and thrust it to the side. His pale torso gleamed in the light from the fire bouncing in his hand. "Don't insult me, Aeron. You

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