Free Lead Heart (Seraph Black Book 3) by Jane Washington Page B

I pulled on the full-length tights and flicked a look over my shoulder, surprised that Cabe’s eyes had been trailing down my legs. He blinked back at me, and then seemed to grow angry. His eyes narrowed, his arms clinching tighter across his chest.
    “I’m done here.” The short statement sounded more like a reprimand. He turned to leave the room. “You’re on Seraph duty for the rest of the day, Noah.”
    I glanced back to Noah as I pulled on my sneakers. “What’s his problem?”
    “You, usually. Are you ready?”
    “Yes.” I avoided looking around the room as I walked out and dug my phone out of my bag, checking the time.
    There were several missed calls from Poison and Clarin, and it seemed that I had been locked up for half the day. I swore quietly, because I was still in possession of their timetables. I texted them to let them know where to meet me and then ran the rest of the way up the stairs, hoisting my bag over my shoulder as I passed. Noah followed after I explained to him where I needed to go. He impersonated a silent shadow as I ran to the café bordering the college’s sporting complex. It was raised up behind the main college buildings, looking down over a hockey field on one side and a football field on the other. The indoor complex was behind the café, and I felt the pull to disappear into the world of sweat and strain. I wished that I had a regular sporting activity like football or hockey. Gymnastics had been interesting, but it hadn’t held my interest past the initial need to learn about it. Maybe I would try running, or swimming. Either way, my body was in desperate need of physical exertion. Soon , I promised myself as I slumped down behind one of the outdoor tables, turning my eyes toward the football field. Noah sat beside me, his body-language uncomfortable, his shoulders turned slightly away from me.
    I watched the people on the field running through training drills, barely paying attention until one of them in particular caught my eye. Since when did Danny play football ? I frowned as I watched, observing how well he seemed to get along with the other guys, even though he was a freshmen.
    “Since when did Callaghan play football?” Noah muttered, forgetting that he was angry with me as he leaned over the table to squint at Danny.
    I shrugged. “I haven’t spoken to him in a while, I wouldn’t know.”
    “Because you bonded to my brothers?” Noah didn’t draw back, but turned his eyes from Danny to me, giving me the full weight of his skepticism.
    “No.” I shook my head. “Because I was busy being locked up and starved by Dominic Kingsling, and then kidnapped by Weston, Kingsling and my dead father—who isn’t dead or my father.”
    “So you were still dating Danny even when you were bonded to my brothers?” Noah pressed, completely ignoring the point of everything I had just uttered.
    “Yes.” I sighed. “But they weren’t dates. Well, the first one maybe, but not the second one.”
    “And Silas didn’t kill him…” It wasn’t a question, because we could both see Danny with our own eyes. Happy, healthy, and very much alive.
    “No,” I confirmed.
    “Right,” Noah drawled out the word sarcastically.
    “Why didn’t you tell Amber the truth about Kingsling?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.
    “I wasn’t there, was I.” He folded his arms, leaning back in his chair to regard me.
    “You don’t trust Miro? I’m sure he told you what happened.”
    “He might be protecting you.”
    “Shut the hell up, cousin,” Poison appeared behind Noah, her book bag knocking into the back of his head as she passed him.
    Noah didn’t seem perturbed, but he did reach out as she passed, grabbing the back of her bag and yanking, hard . It slipped off her shoulder and her books tumbled out, some of them hitting the table, some falling to the ground. Poison only grumbled in retaliation, which was a testament to how strong Noah truly was. Even Poison didn’t