The Genesis of Evangeline (The Lost Royals Saga Book 1) by Rachel Jonas

Author:Rachel Jonas [Jonas, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Eighteen —

Nick

I hadn’t caught a single word that left Mr. Tambs’s mouth last hour, nor was I tuning in now as Mr. LaCroix rambled about who-knows-what. Instead, I stared out the window across the courtyard at C-Building, where Evie should be now. Being eager to see her, I forgot she even mentioned having to work on something in the lab after English and I made it halfway to walk her to her next class before remembering. My thoughts were a mess; the good sliding into the bad.

Evie. Pain.

The party. Shifting

Being close to her. My bones breaking, snapping like twigs.

It all ran together.

“Mr. Stokes,” LaCroix crooned from the front of the class.

He got off on calling out kids who weren’t paying attention, forcing them to humiliate themselves in front of the class, using math as his torture device of choice.

Today, I was that kid.

“I’d love for you to show everyone how to solve this equation using the trapezoidal rule formula.” The smile on his face was sickeningly broad.

I eased my way out of the too-small desk and straightened my blazer.

“Let’s go, Stokes!” Chris called out from his seat on the other side of the room. This prompted our other three teammates taking Calc this hour to hoot and bark like we did to amp each other up on the field.

I held in a laugh when everyone else let theirs out, the look on Mr. LaCroix’s face keeping me in check. The last thing I needed was him calling home to tell my parents I’d given him trouble on top of everything else I had going on.

On my way to the chalkboard, I ran through the steps to the problems from Thursday’s homework assignment. It was still pretty fresh in my head, so the joke was on LaCroix today because I actually knew what I was doing.

I stepped around his desk as one last kid whistled and I grabbed the chalk, only getting to make a single mark on the board before a noise from outside stopped me. The entire class, including Mr. LaCroix, turned their attention toward the courtyard.

“What the heck is that?” and “Where’s it coming from?” were among the questions being whispered. LaCroix moved toward the window, intrigued like the rest of us as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks. We stared, watching, waiting for the source to come into view, falling silent when it finally did. A massive, dark shadow covered the grass and fountain like a storm cloud was moving in. The noise continued, sounding like the ocean had made its way to Michigan, sweeping over us in one massive wave.

And then we saw them, the living, moving shadow.

Birds.

Hundreds of them.

No, thousands.

I’d never seen so many at once. One by one, students rose from their seats as our town seemed to suddenly be cast under a night sky in early afternoon. It was ominous, to say the least. No one spoke. The only sound was that of the birds.

The question that hung

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