Free Void Wielder 2 Legacy of Chaos by Cesar Gonzalez Page B

eyes. “Just go.”
    “Fine. I’ll go.” He walked around the shaky Hiromy and toward the double doors.
    Suddenly there was a loud gasp behind Hiromy. Falcon looked just in time to see Laars spill his drink on Faith’s dress. He then leaned over in her ear and whispered something to her as he took hold of her hand.
    Faith pulled her hand back.
    “Let’s go,” insisted Laars.
    “I said no.”
    Laars’ gang stood behind him, grinning.
    “Bitch,” sneered Laars. “Any other girl would kill to be in my private quarters.”
    Falcon’s insides burned with anger. He marched up to Laars and punched him on the jaw.
    Laars staggered back. Before he could fall, Falcon picked him up over his shoulder and slammed him through a table. Pieces of drumsticks, cake, and blueberries took to the air. A second later they landed on the pristine tile, scattering across the floor.
    The music stopped. Everyone in the room froze.
    “How dare you touch me!” raged Laars. Blood dripped from his lower lip.
    “Don’t you ever call her that again!”
    “Wow, what a bloody hero,” said Laars, picking himself up. “Coming to the aid of everyone. Well, where were you when your brother murdered the council, including my grandfather? Where were you when your best friend betrayed you and went on a killing spree?”
    Falcon stood shocked. How did Laars know so many details about Lao?
    “That’s right,” said Laars, noticing the surprise in Falcon’s face. “Everyone knows that your friend joined the Suteckh. I knew he was trash. Just like you.”
    Falcon grabbed Laars by the shirt. “You better watch your mouth.”
    “Enough,” boomed the emperor. “Falcon Hyatt. You will leave my palace at once. I have had more than enough of your childish antics.”
    “Excuse me, sir—”
    “Falcon,” said Hiromy, standing beside the emperor. Her eyes were still glassy, but the tears had been wiped away. “You heard my dad. Get out of here.”
    Falcon let go of Laars, who now had a satisfied grin on his lips. He took a look at all the disapproving glances around him and turned toward the door.
    “Wait for me, Falcon,” Faith called.
    Falcon stood confused as Faith walked over to Laars.
    Laars seemed just as confused as Falcon.
    Faith bent her knees in a curtsy. “Thank you for the night, Laars.” There was no remorse or sarcasm in her voice. “Please tell your grandmother goodbye for me.”
    That’s when Falcon saw something he had never seen before. Laars’ smug grin had disappeared. A frown formed on his face as he faced the floor.
    If Falcon didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that Laars was actually ashamed of himself.
     

CHAPTER 9
     
    A cold chill travelled through the air as both water wielders walked across the stone floor. Their footsteps echoed loudly.
    The sign that hung above the butcher shop squeaked loudly as the wind beat against it.
    Chonsey’s eyes darted from the sign to the dark alley. “You hear that? I think someone’s following us.”
    “Relax, said Aya. “No one is following us.”
    “Y…yes,” Chonsey stuttered. “I’m sure no one is.” His eyes continued to wander. “But maybe we should hurry. Walking around the city at midnight is not safe.”
    “We’ll be at your home in a few minutes.”
    Chonsey rubbed his hands together. “We shouldn’t have stayed so long at the dance.”
    Aya’s frustration rose. “Chonsey. Relax .”
    Chonsey remained quiet as they moved past the council chambers, in front of the gargoyle statues, and under the pine trees of the training fields.
    “So what are you planning to do now that Emperor Romus didn’t listen?” asked Chonsey.
    “I don’t know,” said Aya. “I’ll have to talk with Falcon tomorrow and see if we can figure something out.”
    “I could talk to my dad,” said Chonsey. “He is the general of the army, after all. Maybe I could get him to listen.”
    “I doubt it. No offense, but your father is very hardheaded.”
    Chonsey stared