Chapter 28

I stood with the stone beneath my feet, recollecting bad memories from those months ago on my seventeenth birthday. Oliver, The Dead King, had told me we would meet again: as if sharing the same school wasn't bad enough.

"Hey, look who it is." Oliver beams a childish grin, waving his mechanical pencil around with his wave.

I don't comment and take a step closer to Laurence unconsciously. "Oliver, get back to your homework you goof."

Without a second more the grin is gone and he's intently staring down at his paper. Dead King my butt. With a triumphant snort Laurence gives a grand tour of the mansion. The first room we had walked into had been the lobby with little tables and couches lined up along walls and spread out to the center: this was the largest of all the rooms in the building. There was a west wing and an east wing, the west held a library, the kitchen, and the dining area while the east wing was for the dorms and offices.

The last room we came to was my dorm room: complete with my own television set, couch, twin sized bed, and fridge. Although it was small compared to the rooms I had walked into beforehand, the dorm was larger than the two of my old bedrooms combined.

"I'll leave you to it." After fiddling with my chained wrists for a moment, Laurence released me to do as I pleased.

"Thanks." I mutter, trying not to be interested with my new living quarters. Laurence turns around to leave. As his form drifts from the corners of my eyes a longing washes over me.

I whine.

Quickly trying to cover up my random acknowledgements of affection towards him I turn around and fake a sneeze. "Bless me. Gosh...I think I may be getting a cold."

Laurence's hand was softly rested at my large doorway handle, a smirk overlaying his smooth pink lips. "Funny," He shrugs, "I was so sure wolves were unable to get sick." And with that, he shuts the door and strides down the hall. All my longing from before was washed from my system as I began to unpack my already awaiting luggage.

Mental note: Don't make excuses that you're sick, when you can't get sick any longer.

*

That night the locks on my door clicked open, the white painted wooden frame let go as the door slid inside my room. A large figure stood still, a shadowed silhouette to my dark room and the bright hallway.

"Hello?" I look up from my phone, pursing my lips together and squinting to blur the florescent lights behind the figure.

A stream of light swivels in a low arc till it finds my perplexed face. "Why are you sitting in the dark?"

My eyebrows come together as I processed the voice: it was female. "Uhh, I like the dark." I reply turning away from the beam of the flashlight.

A quick huff and the flashlight was disintegrated by darkness, "Yes, well, get ready. Reina de la Luz is joining us for dinner tonight." Her hand reaches to the right and flicks my dorm lights on.

After a second of the blinding lights I adjusted to her figure. She was a lean girl, with muscle and curves to compliment them. Instead of my dirty-blonde hair she had long straight honey blonde hair and blue eyes. Little orange freckles lined her cheeks, covered by a thin line of foundation. Her lashes were untouched with makeup, but clearly long and full. Her eyes were a nice round shape giving her an innocent appearance, but the way she stood and her lips curved back into a slight purse gave an evasive character.

She turns to go and closes the door behind her.

She could have at least turned the light off.

After styling my hair up into a curly bun and finding a simple black dress to flatter my minimal curves, I exit my room and step down into the hallway.