Warrior Saints - Destroyer by Carla Thorne

Author:Carla Thorne [Thorne, Carla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Mary

Deacon finally slowed down outside Mr. Parrington’s office.

We leaned against the wall and dropped our things. “You were too hard on him, don’t you think?” I asked.

“How so?”

“He only wants answers, Deac. He’s as confused as we get sometimes. He doesn’t understand this place we’ve found ourselves in.”

“I don’t understand it either, and I sure as heck don’t want to discuss it with someone I’m not sure I can trust.”

“Fair enough.” I offered him a bottle of juice from my bag.

He opened mine and then worked on his own. “It’s not that I’m not happy you’ve moved on and have something going with Jacob, but—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said and I want you to know I understand. That whole thing with Shanar…” I shivered.

“I’m not getting much sleep. I close my eyes and see myself looking down at us trying to crack those doors. How is that possible? How is any of this possible?”

“I don’t know. I wish I did. I can only trust the Creator and believe Sebastian has our backs.”

“Well, all I know is I’m mad. What supernatural being has the right to invade my mind and my thoughts? That can’t be right.”

“It shouldn’t be,” I agreed. “But yet, here we are.” I bumped my bottle of juice with his. “Here’s to us. A couple of oddballs who have to keep that angry edge and direct it toward those who would cause harm.” We took a drink. “I’m serious, Deac. One of the only ways I stay sane is knowing I’m on the right side of the battle. Don’t let fear and anger pull you down.”

“Easy for you to say. You’ve been at this a while. I only recently got manhandled by an evil force in the school gym.”

“Maybe, but you’ve had those hands your whole life and you sure figured out how to use them when you needed to. Everyone has a choice, Deacon. We both chose to live.”

“None of this seems real anymore.”

“What do you think happened with Jacob? Your hands were firing at maximum capacity at that pep rally. If you touched his head during all that, you likely fixed whatever was wrong in there.”

“How can he be so sure he had a head injury? He’s not a doctor. There was probably nothing wrong with him.”

Scout and Ivy arrived from another hallway.

“What’s it look like on that end?” Deacon asked.

“It stinks and made my eyes water,” Ivy said. “But it’s not too bad.” She nodded toward Mr. Parrington’s office. “What do we do in there?”

“The usual,” I said. “Always the truth.”

Scout leaned one shoulder on the wall and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Within reason, I hope.”

Ivy laughed. “Can you imagine?”

Deacon remained stoic. “How can you laugh at a time like this?”

Ivy dipped her head. “Sorry. Just trying to stay positive.”

Scout stood straight. “You OK, Deacon? How’s the ribs?”

“They hurt.”

“Sorry, dude. Can I carry your stuff today? We go pretty much the same way all day.

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