The Legend of Sirra Bruche by Heidi J. Leavitt

Author:Heidi J. Leavitt [Leavitt, Heidi J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magmawood Books
Published: 2018-04-11T05:00:00+00:00

12. Laeren

A week went by and Andie still did not have the chance to meet Laeren. One of her students pointed him out to her during class—he was standing in the large room which adjoined the classroom, his back to them while he discussed something with Wassim. He looked tall (though probably only average for a Denicorizen), with shiny black hair just like his mother. He stood straight, obviously confident in the presence of Wassim. Andie was intrigued.

“He is Morek-Li’s most important assistant,” one of the students explained. “Some believe that it is many of his ideas that guide the Resistance.” Andie took one last look before returning to her lesson. How interesting!

Late that night she ventured from her room, unable to sleep. The nightmares had eased off—at least she did not have them every night anymore—but some nights she tossed and turned restlessly, her fear of seeing Oanni or Jaory in her dreams leaving her unable to relax enough to drift off. On such nights she always gave up and wandered around until she was too tired to fight it anymore. The halls were mostly quiet since almost everyone had gone to bed or gone home by that point. This night Andie decided to head for the lounge where she knew a fresh air intake came from outside. The room was dark and she walked in without turning on the lights, hoping to just sit on a couch for a while and with any luck, get tired enough to sleep. However, just as she stepped into the room, a voice ordered, “Stop! Stay where you are!”

Andie froze immediately at the sound of the unfamiliar, precise voice. What was going on? The lights flicked on and she noticed a man on the nearest couch, one hand on the light switch, the other on a diffusing laser. With Andie in full view, he put away the laser, and apologized profusely. “I am so sorry; I thought it might be an intruder.”

“I’m the one who’s sorry,” Andie broke in hurriedly, “I didn’t realize anyone was in here. I’ll go somewhere else.”

She turned to retreat quickly from the lounge. “No, wait,” the man called. “Stay here with me. I did not mean to chase you away. Come in and have a seat if that is what you wanted.”

Andie really didn’t want to bother the man; in fact, walking in on a complete stranger had her acutely embarrassed, but she lingered anyway. She could nearly taste the open air in this room. Finally, the fresh air won and she sat on one of the other couches. Quietly she leaned back and tried to just enjoy the fresh air, hoping the man could go back to resting. Out of half-closed eyes she studied him. He was not remotely familiar; a handsome man with shiny black hair that brushed his eyes. He was dressed in a silky white shirt, dark slacks and leather boots. The clothes of the rich, Andie noted with distrust. What was he

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