Chapter Two
Farren
“S torm Arkyn,” I say out loud. “Do you know her?” I ask.
“I, er, yes I do. I don’t really understand how you’ve matched with their team though. They’re the best we’ve had.” He muses, taking the spear away from me and placing it back into the case. “They’re also a male team.”
“What!?” I exclaim, “I thought there were no mixed enforcer teams?”
“There has never been one before.” He says, studying me in a more suspicious light. “I’ll get my assistant to bring him and his team here for you to meet, and then they can show you to your room. Like with all teams, your room will be in the same suite as theirs.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” I gripe.
The Headmaster ignores me entirely as he picks up his phone and dials a number asking his assistant to get Storm and his team.
I know I said I didn’t want to be in a team of women, but I have certain issues when it comes to men.
Although I find them easier to get along with, I am easily triggered by them if they do certain things thanks to the incident, and other things in my past, my father being one of the main reasons. How the fuck could this happen?
I am going to have to stay so much on my guard that it's going to make me pissy as fuck, even more than I usually am. As I sit there stewing in my own thoughts, and making no less than five escape plans before turning them down, and deciding just to try if for no other reason than to prove the fuckers who think I can’t, that I can fucking kick all of their sorry asses.
The door behind me opens, and I immediately stand, moving to the side of the room where I can see all the people entering and the exits.
The first guy who enters the room and sees me move, raises his eyebrows, a level of understanding on his handsome features that I do not like.
He’s very obviously fae, with his pointed ears and bright orange eyes.
His hair is bright white with varying strands of orange mixed through.
His build is larger than is typical for the fae, and he’s tall as fuck and equally as gorgeous.
I scowl. I don't particularly appreciate that this is the second guy I’ve met here, and I’ve had a powerful reaction to both.
“This is Rival, second in command.” The Headmaster starts. “ Then there’s Mayhem, his twin.”
The only difference between the two of them is that where Rival has orange features, Mayhem has bright electric blue.
The guy that follows behind him is as frustratingly attractive as the twins.
He’s taller than both of them but has more of an athletic build, tightly corded muscle, and looks ready to strike at any time.
He has bronze coloured hair and yellow eyes that have a vertical slit instead of the usual pupil.
He’s a shifter of some kind, but I couldn’t tell you what since he has his magical signature completely locked down.
Whatever he is, I’d be very surprised if he didn’t turn out to be an alpha of his species, and they’re as rare as fucking rocking horse shit these days.
The next one through the door is all vampire, and his grin is wide, showing off his sharp fangs.
He has an air of pure mischief and joy surrounding him that almost makes me smile, It's that infectious. I can sense it’s a front though, and that behind that facade lies a dark past and things that he still struggles with to this day.
Don’t get me wrong, I highly doubt anyone else would be able to see through the happy, joyful act he puts on but like recognises like, and something in him calls to the broken part of me.
His purple eyes are haunted, and the longer I look into them, the deeper I can see the hold his pain has on him.
His smile wobbles, and he looks away from me, blood-red hair falling across his forehead as he turns.
I push those thoughts away. There’s no need to be dwelling on things like that.
All of these men need to be kept at a distance.
I push my emotions down further and bury them deep inside me.
The guy with the yellow eyes crosses his arms as he watches me curiously.
Keep watching gorgeous; you won’t get anything from me.
“The following two are Loki,” the Headmaster nods towards the vamp, “And Reaper. Finally, we have their leader, Storm.”
“You!” He exclaims as soon as he walks through the door.
“Me.” I grin a saccharine sweet smile, his wings are gone now which means I’m far more at ease to be my snarky self.
All the guys’ eyes flick between us rapidly.
“You two know each other?” Reaper asks.
“We’ve had a run in,” I say vaguely.
“I see. Well, this is Farren. You probably recognise her. She’s Magistrate Godfrey’s daughter.”
“Like fuck is she going to be on my team!” Storm explodes. “She’s weak.”
“He’s right. There’s got to be some mistake. She’s got no training and got in here purely on the fact that the Magistrate is her father, and her uncle works here. Don’t get me wrong, I have the utmost respect for Magnus, but this is taking the fucking piss.” Mayhem adds in.
My anger simmers quietly. It’s not like I want to be on their fucking team, as much as I hate to admit it, Storm was fucking right. I will get them killed, just not for the reason that they think.
“Unfortunately, boys, there’s nothing I can do.
I will do some research and reach out to some contacts.
I can see if the connection can be severed, but until then, you will have to make do.
There won’t be any missions for a while since it’s the beginning of term.
Hopefully, I will have some good news for you by the time you get your first assignment.
” The Headmaster says completely disregarding me.
Deep breath Farren, keep your fucking cool.
“Speaking of which, please pass this letter on to your father,” he adds, finally turning to me.
I take it reluctantly, like hell will I give it to him. That would mean actually having some sort of contact with him. I’ll have to ask Magnus what to do with it.
“Now, show her to her room and then it's straight to combat,” he finishes dismissing us all.
Storm immediately strides off down the hall, all but Loki following him. He sighs as he watches them.
“Come on, I guess it’s up to me to show you,” he says, glancing down at me.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get this all sorted out and go easy on you.
Well, I will. I can’t guarantee that the others will.
Being a part of a team is serious, and we put our lives in each other’s hands.
Having someone untrained and spoi . . . I mean, someone who is used to a different lifestyle is dangerous for you, as well as us. ”
Wow, even the sunshine of the group is a judgemental prick, fantastic. I am going to need to let off some steam in combat.
He silently leads me up several flights of stairs and down an ornate corridor.
Finally, stopping at a large door. He opens it to a circular room, the central part of the room is open plan and houses a kitchen and living area, as well as a mezzanine area in the rafters.
Around the edge are several doors leading to what I assume to be bedrooms.
“Each bedroom has its own bathroom, and this one is yours,” he says gesturing to the third one on the left.
“This is mine?” I ask, unable to hide the unbelieving note in my tone.
I have never, ever, had a room this nice before. I mean, it actually has a fucking bed with blankets and everything! I almost grin.
He frowns at my reaction, watching me closely for a second before obviously deciding I’m taking the piss.
I mean, why would the daughter of a magistrate be in awe of what anyone else would consider a simple room?
It puts his back up, and whereas before he was cold, now, he’s decided to take a similar route to the others and become damn right degrading.
“I hope you packed some sensible clothes in there.” He gestures to all my bags, “I need to get down to the gym, dump your stuff and get changed into something suitable for combat class. I imagine you’ll be sitting out for a while until Magnus can convince someone to teach you the basics.
No weapons are allowed in the rooms. There are lockers down in the gym where we keep them.
That won’t concern you though, as I highly doubt you’ve brought anything other than clothes and shoes.
” He sighs, pinching his nose as if he’s exasperated with me.
Stay calm, Farren.
“The gym is two flights down. Take a left, and then it’s the door on the end. The class starts in five minutes. Don’t be late.”
With that parting statement, he storms out of the room. Well, this is off to a great start.
I glance around the room, and it's heaven. It would be simple in most people’s eyes, just a basic room.
I guess it is, but it’s a thousand times better than anything I have ever had.
Not only does it have a bed, but it has a soft-looking carpet on the floor and a freaking window.
Fresh air! I immediately stride over to it and open it wide.
The air may still have a distinctive chill to it, but the fact that I actually get fresh air in my room is such a novelty that I'll happily take a bit of cold.
Next, I take a quick glance in the bathroom, turning on the tap and revelling in the warm water that immediately comes out.
No fucking way I get hot water too? And privacy?
Right, okay, pull yourself together, Farren. You can explore more later, but for now, you need to get going.