"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him,
"Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?"
Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, espe...
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"You have ten minutes don't waste them." Rune delivered taking a pocket watch out of his jacket, "now go!"
"What's the pattern?" Blythe question's silently,
"Two doors to the left wing, down the hallway and the third bookcase to your left." Nik recalls stopping me in my tracks, "we cannot follow you past this point Petrov, don't do something daft and don't get us caught."
"Oh hush Klaus you're going to give her more anxiety about it!" Blythe scolds, turning to face me, "listen you've got this just remember the directions and you'll be fine."
"That's if you don't pull out before your time." Nik says holding my gaze sternly, "pomnit' vse." remember everything.
I nod silently before wandering into the left-wing which was the non-fiction section, most of the books were covered in dust as I traced my fingers over them wondering who the last person was to reach for them, if they ever had been touched. There was a hallway leading down a narrow path with a couple of dim lightbulbs lighting the way, I turned and made my way down there.
This library- scratch that this entire school had a way of making you feel like you were never really alone. Everything had personality to it, the walls that whispered, the doors that wailed to like damned souls, the students with eyes like windows into the nether. It made me want to hold on close to my spirit in fear that if I stayed here long enough it weather way or be snatched away from me by some bandit of the night.
I'd lose a lot on this mission, but I refused to relinquish my soul.
The last lightbulb suddenly died out and a shiver ran down my spine, I did say that I was never a custom to the darkness. It reminded me of the less favourable moments of my childhood and those lonely nights, the nightmares that never seem to stop until much later in my years when I learned to tune them out. I lean my head against the wall and took a deep breath I could feel my heart pulsing beneath my fingertips, focus Nadya you can do this.
Just then I heard an echo of a cry and I was damn near close to running back until I felt something furry curl around my foot, I yelped but when I glanced down I was met with the beady eyes of a Scottish fold cat with droopy ears and a slightly broken leg that made it wobble a little, it glanced up at me with curious eyes. I knew that there couldn't possibly be any thoughts in his little head.
