Chapter 43 Lucian
Iabhorred violence, but if I needed any motivation to give into my baser instincts with Radames and Lola, I got it every time I checked Sage’s glucose monitor and then looked at how pale she was.
I looked it up. Stress could affect diabetes. Her insulin pump and the fairy food were the only reasons it wasn’t a lot more serious. She was nineteen and was raised by a controlling megalomaniac. Sage should just be enjoying finding out she was magical, not dealing with any of this.
I got it. She was a banshee and she could foretell death.
She was the only one here with that ability and it was definitely needed.
Sage wasn’t acting like it was too much pressure and she knew her body way more than I did, so I hadn’t said anything, but I could tell she wasn’t feeling one hundred percent.
I wasn’t used to giving enough of a shit about someone to take care of them, but I felt that way about Sage.
How did this even work? Was saying I was concerned straight out of those smutty books Liam had her reading or did it sound controlling and that I thought I understood a disease she’d lived with since she was a child better than she did?
I wasn’t used to not being good at things I wanted to be good at.
Headmaster Mykene asked us to give her a day and she could put together the same kind of dossier on the victims as she had on the rest of us.
Which was actually frightening because I’d personally need more time than that and I wouldn’t be able to figure out some Irish psychopath was murdering rapists in Amsterdam unless there was some kind of electronic paper trail and something told me Liam was way too careful for that.
I didn’t particularly want a job here, but I would love to learn more about computers from a God of Wisdom since she managed to figure out I’d hacked her program. Liam didn’t leave evidence when he murdered people and I didn’t leave a trace when I hacked them.
We were going to classes like everything was normal. Sage scanned the dining hall and hallways between classes for red auras and wasn’t finding any. We were in the dining hall finishing up breakfast when Alexios went totally stiff and his eyes went white again.
It was about time he had another fucking prophecy. As the other person here with foretelling abilities, he was slacking. Sage was having to pick up the slack, and I didn’t like what it was doing to her. He’d better be having a useful prophecy instead of announcing it was going to rain again.
“It shall be then, on the shortest day and on the longest night, the window will open for the sun bird, the grim, the flying fox, and the crow to permanently exorcise the abominations.”
What the fuck? Why couldn’t Alexios’s prophecies be more direct like Sage’s were?
I mostly got the first one. If we didn’t stop Lola and Radames by spring, they were going to take over the world like some supernatural Bond villain.
We were all looking at each other because no one knew what that meant, not even Khalid.
“Oh, shit. This is me,” Morgana said. “Your big window is going to be Winter Solstice, which is coming up. There’s a big party on campus and then everyone can leave for Winter Break if they want to.
The sun bird is going to be Adrian. A grim is an omen and a black dog, so I’m guessing it’s Mazen since he’s immune.
A flying fox is another name for a bat, so that’s Lucian.
Do I really need to spell out who the crow is? ”
I’d made my peace with being part of ending this. I was willing to commit violence if it meant no one else died and Sage was safe.
I wanted Sage as far away as possible when all of that went down.