Traces of Sulfur: A Young Adult Urban Fantasy Academy Series (Blade Keeper Academy Book 1) by Madeline Freeman

Author:Madeline Freeman [Freeman, Madeline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laurealinde Publishing LLC
Published: 2020-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

By the time Anders announced it was time for us to head to our next class, my skin was slicked with sweat and my arms felt like jelly. I worried I would have to spend the rest of the day smelling like a dirty sock, but Clio led me back to a changing room I hadn’t noticed before. In one of the open lockers hung a second uniform, identical to the one I found in my closet this morning. As I toweled off and changed clothes, I wondered if I should always expect my clothes to magically appear for me, or whether I would eventually have to take care of things myself.

When I finished changing, Clio and I joined the guys and they led the way to our next class. Clio gave a rundown of what to expect—classes from Angelic History to Weapons and Stealth to physics, and I did my best to smile and nod like all those things sounded awesome. But as we made our way to the front of the building, more students exited from other training gyms, and I could feel their eyes on me. Those who dared speak did so in hushed tones, but there was no hiding what they were discussing. Finding the fifth and final Keeper was hot gossip, and the academy students were probably dissecting everything about me.

Their stares made my skin crawl. I wasn’t used to being the center of attention, and being so now came with the added danger of someone realizing that I wasn’t not really one of them.

Eyes continued to prickle my skin as we settled into our next class—Angelic History. Although there were more than a dozen other students in the room, the Keepers sat at a table removed from the rest of them. The instructor, Professor Danson, locked eyes with me for approximately three seconds at the beginning of the period, as if committing my face to memory. Beyond that, he conducted class as if he was unaware of the excited buzz in the air.

My mind was too cluttered to focus on the lesson, which Professor Danson plowed through despite the fact that most of the cadets were fully ignoring him. Instead, each of the fifteen students—besides the Keepers—took turns staring at me. Well, fourteen. Shonda sat near the front of the room, her attention wholly focused on the professor. From the ramrod straightness of her back, I wondered just how much effort it was taking her to appear unconcerned with my existence.

The professor droned on, his voice like white noise as I doodled in the margins of the piece of paper Clio had torn out of her notebook for me to use. I clued into her movements, pausing from my drawing to scribble a phrase or two any time she began writing. The effect left my own notes a haphazard list of disjointed names and phrases. Pinegate Riots. Voting reform. Bellington Convention Center.

Nate pushed his chair back from the table and stood. Professor Danson merely glanced in his direction as Nate strode from the room.

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