[A/N] Soooo, yeah. I’ll make this short, cause that cliffhanger must’ve sucked eggs. I’m addicted to I Don’t Need a Soul, by Relient K. Listen to it. Seriously. ALSO. If you’ve never seen David Henney, just quick google him. I kiiiiiiinda want to maul him. :] Okay. That is all.
The breath whooshed from my body, and I dropped Fletcher, who yelped. I could hear the rush of blood in my ears as I gaped at Mikhail. “What?”
“You’re mother is alive.” He smiled maliciously at my reaction then inspected his nails with a nonchalance that irked me. “That’s where your grandparents went, in case you were wondering.”
“What?” I repeated stupidly, still unable to believe he was telling the truth.
He waved a slim hand in the air before my eyes. “Hello? I just told you, your mother is alive. Prisoner, but alive. Snap out of it.”
“She’s a prisoner?” My eyes widened, and I felt the slowly rising tide of fury in my chest. I growled lowly at Mikhail, who didn’t even flinch. “Where?”
He rolled his eyes. “If I knew that, why would I be telling you this? I believe I know who took her—not for certain, mind you—but I haven’t been able to pinpoint her location. That’s why I told your grandparents. Their resources are vastly superior to mine.”
“So you would’ve kept it a secret, if you hadn’t needed their help?” The flames rose higher in me, and I beat them back, wishing it was Mikhail I was beating. “You would never have said a word?”
“Of course I would have!” He gave a bark of laughter. “What do you take me for? I just would’ve waited until after I’d rescued her, of course.”
I frowned. “Why would it matter if you had?”
His eyes went dark, his face blank, as he uttered in a voice void of emotion. “It doesn’t matter.” I blinked, and his fake smile was back. Maybe I’d imagined it. “What matters is the test you’re undergoing, and by this current display of control, I’d say you’re looking at a pass.”
“Test? What test?” I blinked at him, confused.
He smirked, and I shuddered. “The one that determines whether or not you live. Surely you know the Council didn’t just release you unconditionally? No. Of course you don’t.” His sigh was heartfelt, and I shrunk back in embarrassment. “Well, if you can handle yourself going to school, this school, for a year, they’ll lift your sentence permanently. As it is, you’re only on a sort of probation.”
I nodded like this made complete sense to me, and it did, I just hadn’t quite caught up emotionally to the implications. Like, my grandparents pretty much lying to me. Oh, and I have to behave myself for an entire flippin year. I took a deep breath and let it out. Realistically, I was already planning on doing that, but being told to do it? It triggered some inner rebellious teen I hadn’t known existed. Gah.
“Don’t get any ideas about running after your grandparents,” He said sternly. “I know you were thinking it, but if you leave without permission, you automatically fail the test.”
I sagged slightly. He was right, of course. “So I just have to sit here and be a good little girl until the time’s up?”
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Black and White
ParanormalEleanor Parks is far from normal. Crowned princess of a secret race, she has lived in isolation for nearly eight years for the murders of her parents, and the accidental injury of the human boy she grew up with. Now, released from her punishment...
