smile I found so disturbing.
"Why do you say 'of course'?" I asked, honestly out of ignorance.
"Well, he's the only one we can count on not to die," he shook his head as if clearly annoyed before continuing, "You know, because he's the last...."
"Oracle," I finished, proud of myself for finally knowing something.
"Speak of the devil," Sebastian's expression turned even more dark and I looked up to see Amory making his way towards us with the same angry expression on his face.
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I took my second tumbler of Scotch in one gulp, as if having it taken away from me by force would be the ultimate insult. I still hadn't forgiven the Resistance for their less than welcoming attitude towards me, and grandfather or not, Amory basically summed up the Resistance as a whole. So as he approached, clearly on the warpath, my irritation with the evening only worsened.
"Ms. Matthews, I believe you were asked not to return here not long ago. May I ask what has possessed you to be so bold this evening?" the way that Amory phrased the question left me positive he was not only referring to my presence at the club, but my behavior over the course of the entire evening; starting with my quick getaway off of the farm.
"She is my guest, Sir," Sebastian offered quickly.
"I insisted that she accompanied me tonight." He turned to give me an arrogant smirk, as if to say he had this under control.
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"I was just leaving," I said dryly before any more fuss could be made. I placed my empty glass on the bar roughly and pushed past Amory and Sebastian. The rest of the Immortals were still deeply involved in Court, whatever that meant, and so there was no audience to witness my exit this time around.
I took the stone stairs two at a time and found myself on the old, brick streets of the Old Market in a huff of displaced anger. In my head, I realized that Amory was not trying to punish me, and Kiran was not trying to abandon me, although Sebastian was probably actually trying to torture me, but I couldn't help it.
I had no control over what I was allowed to do and what I was forbidden to do. I couldn't be with the one that I was in love with. On top of it all, frustrating, irritating and creepy boys had been sent to spy on me, well one boy that fit that description anyways.
Outside, in the cold November night I realized that I no longer had a ride back to my car. I 150/711
walked, or rather stomped begrudgingly, towards the direction of Kiran's downtown loft, and Avalon's truck. The night just kept getting better.
10.
Where are you and where the hell is my truck?
Avalon's irritated voice rang in my head as soon as I was headed away from the club.
I'm on my way home now . My response was more irritated than Avalon's if that was even possible and the only response I got back was some kind of mental " Pssshht " sound.
"Excuse me," A man's voice called to me from the shadow of an ally and I was instantly gripped with fear. I reminded myself that I was Immortal and strong enough to take any mugger out.
Despite that, I picked up my pace and kept my head down. I didn't want to take any chances. My magic flared in self-defense and I pulled my tweed coat around me tighter.
"Excuse me, ma'am," The low voice called to me again. This time I heard a faint accent underneath his deep tones reminding me of something 152/711
familiar. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I seem to be lost."
I squinted into the shadows and vaguely made out the form of a large man leaning against the brick of an office building. He was standing on one leg, while the other was bent and propped against the wall. His hands were pushed deep in-to the pockets of a coat and he wore a baseball hat low on his forehead.
After noticing my pause, the man pushed off from the wall using his bent leg and walked briskly towards me. Finally his face was illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlight and I was quickly aware of his magical current.
I breathed a sigh of relief,
"Why do you say 'of course'?" I asked, honestly out of ignorance.
"Well, he's the only one we can count on not to die," he shook his head as if clearly annoyed before continuing, "You know, because he's the last...."
"Oracle," I finished, proud of myself for finally knowing something.
"Speak of the devil," Sebastian's expression turned even more dark and I looked up to see Amory making his way towards us with the same angry expression on his face.
148/711
I took my second tumbler of Scotch in one gulp, as if having it taken away from me by force would be the ultimate insult. I still hadn't forgiven the Resistance for their less than welcoming attitude towards me, and grandfather or not, Amory basically summed up the Resistance as a whole. So as he approached, clearly on the warpath, my irritation with the evening only worsened.
"Ms. Matthews, I believe you were asked not to return here not long ago. May I ask what has possessed you to be so bold this evening?" the way that Amory phrased the question left me positive he was not only referring to my presence at the club, but my behavior over the course of the entire evening; starting with my quick getaway off of the farm.
"She is my guest, Sir," Sebastian offered quickly.
"I insisted that she accompanied me tonight." He turned to give me an arrogant smirk, as if to say he had this under control.
149/711
"I was just leaving," I said dryly before any more fuss could be made. I placed my empty glass on the bar roughly and pushed past Amory and Sebastian. The rest of the Immortals were still deeply involved in Court, whatever that meant, and so there was no audience to witness my exit this time around.
I took the stone stairs two at a time and found myself on the old, brick streets of the Old Market in a huff of displaced anger. In my head, I realized that Amory was not trying to punish me, and Kiran was not trying to abandon me, although Sebastian was probably actually trying to torture me, but I couldn't help it.
I had no control over what I was allowed to do and what I was forbidden to do. I couldn't be with the one that I was in love with. On top of it all, frustrating, irritating and creepy boys had been sent to spy on me, well one boy that fit that description anyways.
Outside, in the cold November night I realized that I no longer had a ride back to my car. I 150/711
walked, or rather stomped begrudgingly, towards the direction of Kiran's downtown loft, and Avalon's truck. The night just kept getting better.
10.
Where are you and where the hell is my truck?
Avalon's irritated voice rang in my head as soon as I was headed away from the club.
I'm on my way home now . My response was more irritated than Avalon's if that was even possible and the only response I got back was some kind of mental " Pssshht " sound.
"Excuse me," A man's voice called to me from the shadow of an ally and I was instantly gripped with fear. I reminded myself that I was Immortal and strong enough to take any mugger out.
Despite that, I picked up my pace and kept my head down. I didn't want to take any chances. My magic flared in self-defense and I pulled my tweed coat around me tighter.
"Excuse me, ma'am," The low voice called to me again. This time I heard a faint accent underneath his deep tones reminding me of something 152/711
familiar. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I seem to be lost."
I squinted into the shadows and vaguely made out the form of a large man leaning against the brick of an office building. He was standing on one leg, while the other was bent and propped against the wall. His hands were pushed deep in-to the pockets of a coat and he wore a baseball hat low on his forehead.
After noticing my pause, the man pushed off from the wall using his bent leg and walked briskly towards me. Finally his face was illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlight and I was quickly aware of his magical current.
I breathed a sigh of relief,
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