Supernatural Academy: Sophomore Witch by Ingrid Seymour & Katie French

Author:Ingrid Seymour & Katie French [Seymour, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

WINTER BREAK

LATE DECEMBER

“Rowan.” I gave him a little slap. He deserved worse than that, but I was able to control myself.

His eyes opened. They were bloodshot and without any spark. Dead.

I pulled away, taking a few steps back. We were in his room. I’d laid him on the bed but hadn’t dared try to wake him until I had washed all the blood away while Disha stood watch out in the hall. She was still outside the door, hugging herself, her eyes lost in a moment she didn’t seem to be able to leave behind.

I turned my attention back to Rowan. One crisis at a time. “You’re in your room,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

His gaze darted around, still a little wild, maybe at the brink of more violence. I backed away to the door, laying a hand on the knob.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” I said. “Once you’ve calmed down.”

I shut the door and sent Disha to bed, but I stayed there, listening to every sound from Rowan’s room, waiting for the door or window to burst open, ready to face a rabid vampire once more. I was grateful it was Christmas break and there weren’t many students on campus.

He stayed in his room all night—the only sound coming from behind his closed door, the squeak of the small refrigerator where he kept his blood supply.

When the sun rose, I finally went back to my room and, after telling Trey’s urn how lucky we were to still be alive, fell into a fitful sleep.

After a few hours, my eyes just wouldn’t stay closed. So, unable to follow through with my plan of sleeping until noon, I got up and went to the cafeteria where I found a tired Disha already nursing a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin, both vastly untouched. She had circles under her eyes and looked like she hadn’t slept one drop.

I sat across from her, feeling as crappy as she looked.

“That was a stupid, stupid thing we did, Charlie,” she said after a couple of minutes of silence.

I sighed. “I know.”

“We could have died. All three of us.”

“I know.”

“Because of Rowan’s… obsession.”

“I know.”

“Is that all you can say?” she asked, sounding more serious than I’d ever heard her. No nicknames or cute banter this time.

I shook my head, staring down at my hands as they rested on the table.

“Every time I tried to close my eyes last night, all I could see was… that werewolf,” she said.

I let my thoughts simmer for a bit before I spoke.

“You’re right, Disha. It was terribly stupid,” I said, deciding to tackle this conversation by the horns, the real root of the matter. “I think I’ve been deluding myself about Rowan.”

Disha’s breath stopped midway as if she hadn’t expected me to say anything, much less admit something like this.

“Maybe,” I continued, “in my mind, I’ve painted this idea of a person who doesn’t exist. I don’t think he can care about us. Not until this mystery is solved, which, if we’re all honest with ourselves, may be impossible.

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