Sneak Peak
Chapter 6
I stormed into the room and sat down, rejoining everyone for breakfast. Breakfast went by faster after that. Everyone seemed to get the hint that I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. I had to find a way to get under Rosto's skin. He couldn't just kiss me or bully Nate. I murmured the rest of the time I ate. I hardly heard what anyone was talking about. I was after all deep in thought, thinking of my revenge on Rosto. Just then, I managed to hear that Nate was homeless.
"You can stay here till you find a place," I spoke suddenly. Kora and Aniki turned their heads toward me and just stared at me oddly. I sighed and shook my head at them. "It wouldn't be the first time I had someone staying with me. Tansy, Jack Ashmiller and his kids all stayed with me at the same time. They all needed a place. So does Nate."
"Beka are you serious?" asked Kora in a hush whisper. "Is this about what Rosto said? Are you protecting Nate from Rosto?" She stared at me waiting for an answer. I could have kissed and hugged then. She didn't have any idea I was doing this for two reasons. To help Nate and get at Rosto. I smiled widely and just nodded. Let her believe I was protecting Nate from Rosto.
Nathan's emerald eyes shone excitedly at me. "Really Beka, you would do that for me?" he asked in the most relief filled voice I had ever heard. It would be great to have Nate staying with me. He was one of my best friends and I had missed him while he was away from Corus.
I laughed and nudged him playfully. "Of course silly nob. That's what friends are for," I replied. I threw him a big smile and my ghostly eyes seemed to be filled with true life. I had almost forgotten all about Rosto.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Terrier, Bloodhound, or any of Tamora Pierce's characters. I don't even own this plot and some of the characters. It belongs to filly8 and them as in characters belong her as well.
A/N: This is a sneak peak of the next chapter. I just want you all to know that I am working on this story still as well as my other stories. New and old.
