The Prophecy (Moral Bloodlines Book 2) by S. V. Filice

Author:S. V. Filice [Filice, S. V.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-15T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

I run lines with the weight on my back, then in my arms, and over my head as if a hard hour workout would make up for the lost years. My arm shakes as I force myself to steady a shafted spear. I hurl it into the waxwork dummy. My fingers tumble over the next weapon I lined up. A throwing knife. I smirk. One. Two. Three. They plunge into the heart, forehead, and groin on my target. I pick up the shield to sprint again. This time I steer straight for the dummy, the two points of the V-shape top dissects the body in half. A clean slice. The top torso keels over into the sand, taking my throwing knives with it. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. I cough and dangle my head between my knees to control my breathing. My heart doesn’t slow and my ears clog with the sound of my pulse. I gasp.

“A shield is not meant as a weapon,” a voice booms from the observation deck.

I can spot Q’s disapproving glare from here. Her tight bun wound far back in a way that accentuates her lack of laugh lines. She works to untie her scarf and delicately folds it over the metal railing. She removes her leather boots one at a time and swaps them for black slick runners. Her mid-calf skirt should look awkward against the choice of footwear, but the soft browns of her wardrobe remind me of my kindergarten teacher, Miss Pariz. Miss Pariz taught with patience, nothing about Quilo shares the same generosity.

“Aren’t I a weapon against Caradoc?” I lift myself up, leaving the shield where it fell.

“No, you’re merely an advantage.” She’s almost to the centre of the arena now.

“To protect Calix, you mean?” I ask. I’m not the one who is special.

“If that is what you believe. Did you not just finish your lesson in Sound today?” She returns the same confidence. Hers a mock interpretation of my own. The lesson meant admitting the truth and that is that Calix is the direct Descendant, but I have an important role as well.

“How did you know where to find me?” I skip the mind games. I reached my limit of guessing today. I wanted facts or something concrete. Something I could work at and change.

“I did not come looking for you. I was sent here.” She stalks to the other side of the gym, never removing her gaze from mine. She bends to pick up the shield. The metallic glints the colour of her hair.

“Zilla?” Surely she wants to improve my technique in case I agree to her mission terms.

“Calix,” she says.

“Calix?” I echo. Why would he send Q?

He leaves me with her for the night? Of course, because if anyone else sent her I would have told her to leave. And I wouldn’t put aside my ego and ask her to come myself. Q is a hard ass, but she’s brilliant. And I need her help.

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