Will sighed gently as he threw the dagger. It missed the mark by miles.
He growled, sweat rolling down his face, his shirt suck to him. He reached in his belt and took out another dagger.
He was about to throw it when the door creaked open, and Charlottes head poped around the door. Her brown hair fell like a curtin.
"Will. Can I speak to you?" She asked,s till at the door.
Will walked to the dagger on the wall and yanked it out.
"Sure. I was just finishing training," He said.
That wasn't a lie of sorts. He was going to continue to do so, but he figured a short brake would do no harm.
Cahrlotte smiled and walked in, and a boy was with her. His hair was streaked with silver, his black eyes flecked with silver. The onyly thing that told him he was not fully English was the curve of his eyes.
"Will, This is James Carstairs."
"But You can call me Jem. Everyone does"
"That's not very special then. "
Will could see the boys lips curve slightly.
"Will, James will be staying with us in the London Institute . He belonged to the Shanghai Institute before his parents were killed," Charlotte explained.
Will's lips twitched. "Well as long as he doesn't annoy me, hes welcome," Will said, picking up the sword.
"Your holding it wrong," Jem said, a ide smile on his face as he walked towards the black haired, blue eyed boy. Their hands brushed and Will felt a surge of electricity run up his arm and through his entire body.
He stared at the boy as he turned to stand behind will. He had the sword gripped into his hand.
"You hold it like this just below the hilt, Like this," Jem's voice was soft.
Will had NEVER left this way before, not even with Thomas, whom he loved.
Jem threw it and hit right in the middle.
"Bulls eye."