Agent Moonlark

Chapter Fifteen

OMG IM SO SORRY READERS. School has been a giant nightmare, and I've barely had time to write. I'll be posting chapters for this more often hopefully now!

Keefe

Agent Forkle sped-walk to the infirmary, his cloak billowing behind him. Only his stiff muscles showed that he was nervous.

Meanwhile, Keefe was a zombie. He was following Sophie and their boss, but he was not aware of anything. Only of his thoughts. He was unaware of where he was going, unaware of his feet moving.

Agent Forkle had said Mitya. Did he mean...the Mitya who had taught Keefe? Were they the same person? Had Mitya been a part of the Black Swan all along?

The new revelation blew his mind. Without knowing it, he had met up with someone who worked for the Black Swan when he was little. Thank the gods he never told his mother. Agent Gisela would have insisted on looking into Mitya's past. She no doubt would have found out who Mitya worked for. Before, Keefe had thought he was protecting Mitya's privacy. Now he knew he had unknowingly been protecting much more.

He itched to see Mitya again. He missed her. They hadn't known each other for long, but she had been kinder to him than Agent Gisela ever had.

Suddenly, his heart sank as he remembered why exactly Agent Forkle had mentioned Mitya. Mitya was sick. And from the sounds of it, it was bad.

It was at times like this that Keefe wished he had cared more about the Neverseen's plans. Sure, Agent Gisela never kept him in the loop, but he could have at least eavesdropped. Maybe if he had, he would know where to find the Panakes trees. After all, he was sure that the Neverseen had caused the Gnomish Plague, one way or another.

Bonk!

"Owwww." Pain flared through Keefe as he smashed into something. He rubbed his nose gingerly and glared at the wall in front of him. He thought he could see a faint dent in the wall where his nose had collided with it.

He heard a giggle, and directed his glare to the source. "That actually hurt!"

Sophie cocked an eyebrow. "Uh huh. I'm sure you hurt the wall more than it hurt you."

"Well, I bet your walls are bullet-proof!" Keefe stuck his tongue out. To prove his point, he punched the wall, but immediately recoiled his fist in pain.

"Ow ow ow ow." He cradled his fist and hopped up and down. He took one look at Sophie's amused expression and said indignantly, "It's harder than it looks!"

"When you're done having a fist-fight with a...wall, can we go?" She tapped her foot impatiently, and Keefe blushed in embarrassment. This was not the impression he wanted to have on his crush - waiiiiiiit. What he say? No, he didn't have a crush on the Moonlark.

Or did he? He couldn't help noticing how pretty she looked....especially when she was mad. And how she made his heart beat faster.

She looks so cute, he thought. Wait - what am I thinking? Shut up, brain. Wait, is my brain telling itself to shut up? Heyyyyy, I'm having one of those arguments with myself that people in books have all the time! Awesome! Oh, but now I remember what it was about. But she's the Moonlark and I'm the Lodestar. Is this turning into one of these teen drama things? Like Romeo and Juliet? Wait, but I don't wanna die! Ohhh, now she looks like she wants to rip my head off. Probably 'cause I'm just staring at her. The look in her eyes is so cute - that's it! I have a crush on her. Uh oh. Denial was bliss.

"-Keefe! Keefe!"

"Wha-huh-wha's happenin'?" He snapped his head from side to side, startled. "Did I miss anything?"