English as she slipped on an eye mask. She was already under her covers when I shut the door. Apparently the fey took their beauty sleep seriously.
Iâd wanted her to have some better news for us. As it wasâ¦
âWhatever happens, weâll get through it. One way or another.â
That was what bothered meâthe other way. I didnât like it. Not one bit.
It lit a fire in me. I had to figure out a way to stop Luciana. I had to be able to fight her. I had to be stronger. Much stronger. âLetâs go back to the gym.â
âYou donât have to go back, cherie. Youâre exhausted already.â
Cosette was right. Fear was a great motivator. âI do. I can do this. But I need your help.â
âIâd do anything for you.â
I knew he would. Just like Iâd do anything for him. If that meant eating mat every day until I was ready for the fight with Luciana, then game on.
Chapter Eight
Four days later, I was hanging by a thread. There hadnât been any more attacks on the school since Raphael had been bitten by zombie Daniel. That shouldâve been a good thing, but I knew it wasnât. Luciana was building up power. Maybe saving up for the church but I had a feeling weâd see her before then.
Waiting for something to happen was killing me. It was like slow torture.
Adrian had only gotten to Costa Rica before he had to stop. Raphael was too unstable to go farther. All I could do was hope that Claudia would find a way to save her brother while I spent my days training with Dastien and my nights trying to anticipate Lucianaâs next move. Sleep was at a premium. I knew I should be resting while I couldâit was somewhere past midnightâbut I just couldnât. Maybe when Dastien got back, I could relax a little. Even convince him to not set the alarm. Weâd been sleeping maybe three or four hours a night, and I could barely manage that much.
The shitty thing was that I couldnât do anything else. Fixing the pack bonds had stopped most of the arguing among the alphas in residence, but now they all agreed we should stay put. Dastien said the Cazadores were watching the compound from a safe distance, just in case Luciana made her move, but that left me and most everyone else sitting around, waiting for whatever Luciana threw at us next.
So in the meantime, I was doing the best I could to prepare.
The more I dug into the pile of books surrounding my bed, the more I realized there was no way in hell I was going to be ready. There was too much to know. Too much that these books didnât talk about. Anxiety had my shoulders in one giant knot. I tilted my head to the side, and my neck gave a satisfying snap. If something didnât change soon, I was going to take action and it would probably be insane. The ideas Iâd come up with tonight were scaring even me. And I could almost swear I felt magic in the air⦠But maybe I was just being paranoid.
A knock at my door pulled me from my books. I bit my lip as I waited to see if whoever it was would go away. I was in no shape to entertain. And if it was another Were coming by to ask me what Iâd come up with, Iâd lose it.
The knock came again.
Screw it. âCome in.â
âHey,â Meredith said. âHow are you doing?â
Why wasnât she just coming in? We were suitemates. Weâd passed the whole knock-before-entering thing weeks ago. âIâm⦠I have no idea how I am. How are you?â Ever since Shannon left, sheâd been distant. Iâd planned on giving her until tomorrow to deal, and then I was going to talk to her about it. But sheâd just beat me to it.
She wrung her hands together and looked anywhere in the room except at me. âI feel like I should apologize again.â
âWhy?â She had nothing to be sorry for. Not in the slightest. âYou already apologized, and you didnât need to in the first place.