Elysium Academy: Book One by Abbie Lyons

Author:Abbie Lyons [Lyons, Abbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abbie Lyons
Published: 2021-04-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

So there I was, about to play Spin the Bottle.

My mind was racing, frantically trying to concoct any kind of plan. I knew I didn’t want to make a scene. The vestiges of whatever I’d avoided—narrowly—by accidentally barging in on Marius and whoever else at the temple still pumped adrenaline into my system any time I thought about them. Not to mention that everyone here had—as absolutely batshit as it sounded—supernatural powers, and for all I knew they could laser blast me into angel dust with one zap from the eyes. No, the only real way for me to get through this was to lay low and absolutely not Funeral Guy out of my sight. And then, whenever it seemed plausible and possible to do so, corner him alone and interrogate the hell out of him.

I pressed my lips together, my throat suddenly dry. There was a sheen of sweat forming on my skin that I was somehow only now aware of, giving me a natural flush that was all too visible in the skimpy draping of Lucy’s halter-top jumpsuit.

“Okay, who’s first?” A raven-haired girl wearing a pearl choker above a delicately pink mini dress dangled something in the air that I couldn’t quite identify. It looked like a piece of jewelry, or maybe a watch? But she was “flirtatiously” wiggling it to and fro so hyperkinetically that I couldn’t get a read on it.

And since when did Spin the Bottle have props? Beyond the bottle, that is.

I darted a glance at Steve, who gave me a friendly smile, then, seeing my evident confusion, pouted out his lower lip and shrugged. He seemed confused why I was confused. No hope in communicating wordlessly the depths of my confusion.

“C’mon, y’all! You’re so lame.” The girl pouted, her Southern-Belle drawl coming out even more profoundly. But as she did, I finally got a glimpse of the thing in her hand: it was a kind of brass compass, a flat metal disk with two arms mounted to the front that swung around wildly. “I said, are y’all ready?”

“Woo!” Steve said, throwing his arms into the air in a victory pose. When no one else cheered, he quickly backed off, evidently because the other Casablanca guys did not approve. That was the other thing—was everyone in Casablanca also involved with the Order of Eden? Had I been wrong—was Steve really keeping something from me after all?

I brushed off the momentary disappointment I felt. I didn’t know the guy; he didn’t owe me any more than I owed him. Which was nothing. I was here for answers and he was here for...whatever he was here for.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter.

“Just put the bloody thing down, Honoria,” muttered one of the other guys, his voice lilting with a British accent. I didn’t look up to see which one he was, preferring to keep my gaze firmly but not weirdly fixed on the center of the circle, on the blue patch of carpet. No one could catch

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