Their Shifter Academy 3: Undone by May Dawson

Author:May Dawson [Dawson, May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Silas

When I stepped through the door in the woods, I hoped to find Frederick and Isabelle, manning the night watch once again.

Instead, Sebastian Wright looked up at me as I emerged naked and shivering from the cold on the other side. He didn’t even try to hide his smile as I reached for the robe that usually hung on the chair, only to find it empty.

“I doubt Mistress Keen wants to see me naked,” I grouched, stomping past the maps and chalkboards to the wardrobe in the corner. I found a robe inside and threw it on, knotting in tightly in the front.

“You might be surprised,” Sebastian said. “It’s not as if she gets much action otherwise.”

Sebastian had been in the orphanage with me, an arrival the same month, the month of S in the baby name book. We’d lost Samantha Yule, the girl between us, to the flu when we were eight.

“Do you know why she wants to see me?” I headed across the room to the tall silver coffee pot in the corner, but when I lifted it, it was too light in my hand.

I turned to Sebastian in exasperation, just as he raised his steaming mug in a toast. Despite his small, cheerful torments, his voice was serious when he said, “Things are getting bad, Silas.”

“They’re always bad.” I moved in front of the fire, holding out my hands. No matter the reason, I couldn’t go in front of Keen when I was shaking. At least Sebastian hadn’t doused the fire just to be an ass.

“Worse,” he said. “We’ve got just this rip and the outpost at Girsk now. They’re trying to close all the rips, Sy.”

“They’ve always been trying to close them. Is our government suddenly effective? Because that would be terrifying.” The government thought they could end the instability caused by the Rips by sealing them all from the inside, the way Avalon had. Keen and her rebels believed that the only way to heal the universe was to heal it all.

“Even on our side, people are tired of the war. Tired of losing people.” Sebastian paused in front of the chalkboard, absently twirling a stick of white chalk between his fingertips, which were always ink- and paint-stained. His dreamy, mischievous nature had caught him more than a few beatings when we were growing up, both at the orphanage and the academy after. I’d tried to channel his personality on the other side.

“Everyone who fights in a war is always sick of it,” I said. “It’s only civilians who think war sounds like a fine way to spend a soldier’s life.”

He shook his head, as if I was oversimplifying. “Well. You should go talk to Keen.”

“I will. You know, Frederick usually has something in his flask to give me the courage to face her and her knitting needles,” I teased. “Where is he?”

Sebastian hesitated, and my stomach dropped.

“Where is he?” I repeated, my tone suddenly grim.

“He’s not dead,” Sebastian rushed to assure me. But in our world, that wasn’t much of a positive.

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