Surviving Year One (Grim Reaper Academy Book 1) by Cara Wylde

Author:Cara Wylde [Wylde, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The twin cliffs. I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to see them again. Sariel stopped at the edge of the cliff we were on and looked in the distance, at the second cliff. The ocean was raging between them, waves crashing on the rocks below.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” he said to no one in particular. “But we’re headed that way.” He pointed west, along the edge of the cliff, then started walking.

As I followed him and the rest of the VDC, I threw one last glance over the cliff. A chill ran up my spine. I made sure I was last in line, letting all the guys walk before me, thinking that if things went south for whatever reason, and this turned out to be just another of Sariel’s cruel pranks, I could vanish into the forest and head back to the Academy before they realized I wasn’t there anymore.

“Here. This is a good spot. Mila, come!”

My heart jumped. He’d called me Mila again. Why did I like hearing my name come from his lips so much? If he’d called me kuchka or trash princess, I wouldn’t have gone. But he hadn’t. He’d called me Mila, and I felt compelled. I wanted to know what had made him change his attitude toward me. Was it the dream? It made no sense.

I stepped next to him and looked over the edge. The ocean was calm here, the full moon reflecting in the dark, deep water. Sariel turned to face the VDC, and the guys all formed a semi-circle around us. Paz and Francis were waiting, just as curious as the others. GC hadn’t joined us, still. He was probably somewhere in the forest, running around, chasing wild animals that were smaller than him, having the time of his life.

“Who’s ready for a swim? You all better be, because only those who jump over this edge and into the freezing water below will truly belong to the Violent Death Cabal.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” The words left my mouth before I could censor myself.

“No. But are you fucking scared?” he grinned at me. His perfect, white teeth looked eerie in the dark. “Don’t tell me you never learned how to swim.”

“I know how to swim.”

“Good. There’s no danger at all, really. There’s a beach below. You can’t see it from here.”

I looked over at Francis, and he nodded. Okay, that made me feel slightly better. Still, it was the end of September. The water was probably as cold as… well, not hell, because hell was hot. As cold as death?

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

Sariel shrugged, as if he couldn’t give a shit. “Suit yourself. I know we’re all going to jump, and if you don’t, then at least it will finally be official. You don’t belong in the Violent Death Cabal.”

I let out a deep sigh. “No one is going to…”

A dark-haired guy removed his jacket, shirt, boots, and socks in a rush, and I just stood there, not quite believing my eyes.

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