Part 3
Xalaria sat nervously in Lord Thierry's office, annoyed that she couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't be stating the obvious. "How do you feel?" Lady Hannah asked.
Xalaria didn't understand how a girl who looked no older than she did was second in command of this Circle Daybreak thing. It didn't make sense. It struck her as weird there were no adults about. Not necessarily a bad thing, just odd.
"How do you think I feel?" Xalaria snapped. "I wake up one morning and don't recognise my own face when I see it. How would *you* feel?"
"There's no need for being waspish," Thierry cut in before Hannah could reply. His dark eyes bored into Xalaria. She didn't understand what he was trying to get from her.
She had decided not to mention either of the people she had run into earlier, not the nasty blonde girl or the gorgeous guy. She didn't understand either of them, the girl particularly. What was her problem, anyway? Something inside was telling her it was smart not to say anything until she knew more.
"We know this is difficult for you," Thierry was going on. "We ourselves are in a dangerous predicament with your situation."
Xalaria sighed, wishing he would stop sugar coating and tell her what was really going on. "I'm getting the idea there's something you're not telling me." She sat back in the chair he'd provided for her, folding her arms indignantly.
"We don't want to upset you," Hannah said reassuringly.
Xalaria sighed again rolled her eyes. She remembered the boy, Tristan, had said something about her being some sort of assassin. ^You mean you don't want to piss me off and make me kill you^ she thought.
"I'd rather have the truth," she said. "I don't need people messing with my head right now."
Hannah and Thierry exchanged glances. Hannah's deep grey eyes were worried, her expression grave, but she nodded. Thierry turned back to Xalaria. "All right - the truth is, you're a cold blood killer. You work for the Night World Council, our greatest enemy. We've wanted you out the picture for quite some time." He had already told her about the purpose of Circle Daybreak, and the Night World, the good guys vs. the bad guys thing she had picked up on earlier. From what she had been told Circle Daybreak were the good guys, a group of humans and supernatural beings trying to stop the nastier monsters from ruling the world.
She had decided it best not to make any comments. So she was one of the bad guys and the good guys couldn't decide if they should keep her and train her to fight with them, or kill her for the safety of the humans.
"Oh." She thought about what she had gathered on meeting Tristan, something to do with the two of them being involved. Maybe he could help her figure out more. "So what are you going to do?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out." Thierry pushed a button. "You can send them in now."
"Send who in?"
"Your guards," Hannah was almost smirking. "We can't have you running around loose."
Xalaria dreaded to think who was coming in. ^Let it be Tristan,^ she thought. At least he seemed to like her, if no one else did. ^Is this what they call karma?^ she wondered.
Unfortunately Tristan wasn't one of the guards, but at least it was neither the blonde bitch, or the other girl, Rashel, she'd overheard and glimpsed earlier, who for some unknown reason seemed to have it in for her.
One of the two was a fairly handsome, all American blond haired blue eyed guy, the other a girl, with a cap of almost white hair, eyes an unusually vivid violet.
"This is Linus Blackthorn and Gillian Lennox. You don't go anywhere without them," Thierry said. "Is that clear?"
Xalaria grunted, nodding and following the guards out. Linus...the name was vaguely familiar to her. Their eyes met briefly and he smiled quizzically at her.
^Who are you?^ she thought.
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Xalaria sat nervously in Lord Thierry's office, annoyed that she couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't be stating the obvious. "How do you feel?" Lady Hannah asked.
Xalaria didn't understand how a girl who looked no older than she did was second in command of this Circle Daybreak thing. It didn't make sense. It struck her as weird there were no adults about. Not necessarily a bad thing, just odd.
"How do you think I feel?" Xalaria snapped. "I wake up one morning and don't recognise my own face when I see it. How would *you* feel?"
"There's no need for being waspish," Thierry cut in before Hannah could reply. His dark eyes bored into Xalaria. She didn't understand what he was trying to get from her.
She had decided not to mention either of the people she had run into earlier, not the nasty blonde girl or the gorgeous guy. She didn't understand either of them, the girl particularly. What was her problem, anyway? Something inside was telling her it was smart not to say anything until she knew more.
"We know this is difficult for you," Thierry was going on. "We ourselves are in a dangerous predicament with your situation."
Xalaria sighed, wishing he would stop sugar coating and tell her what was really going on. "I'm getting the idea there's something you're not telling me." She sat back in the chair he'd provided for her, folding her arms indignantly.
"We don't want to upset you," Hannah said reassuringly.
Xalaria sighed again rolled her eyes. She remembered the boy, Tristan, had said something about her being some sort of assassin. ^You mean you don't want to piss me off and make me kill you^ she thought.
"I'd rather have the truth," she said. "I don't need people messing with my head right now."
Hannah and Thierry exchanged glances. Hannah's deep grey eyes were worried, her expression grave, but she nodded. Thierry turned back to Xalaria. "All right - the truth is, you're a cold blood killer. You work for the Night World Council, our greatest enemy. We've wanted you out the picture for quite some time." He had already told her about the purpose of Circle Daybreak, and the Night World, the good guys vs. the bad guys thing she had picked up on earlier. From what she had been told Circle Daybreak were the good guys, a group of humans and supernatural beings trying to stop the nastier monsters from ruling the world.
She had decided it best not to make any comments. So she was one of the bad guys and the good guys couldn't decide if they should keep her and train her to fight with them, or kill her for the safety of the humans.
"Oh." She thought about what she had gathered on meeting Tristan, something to do with the two of them being involved. Maybe he could help her figure out more. "So what are you going to do?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out." Thierry pushed a button. "You can send them in now."
"Send who in?"
"Your guards," Hannah was almost smirking. "We can't have you running around loose."
Xalaria dreaded to think who was coming in. ^Let it be Tristan,^ she thought. At least he seemed to like her, if no one else did. ^Is this what they call karma?^ she wondered.
Unfortunately Tristan wasn't one of the guards, but at least it was neither the blonde bitch, or the other girl, Rashel, she'd overheard and glimpsed earlier, who for some unknown reason seemed to have it in for her.
One of the two was a fairly handsome, all American blond haired blue eyed guy, the other a girl, with a cap of almost white hair, eyes an unusually vivid violet.
"This is Linus Blackthorn and Gillian Lennox. You don't go anywhere without them," Thierry said. "Is that clear?"
Xalaria grunted, nodding and following the guards out. Linus...the name was vaguely familiar to her. Their eyes met briefly and he smiled quizzically at her.
^Who are you?^ she thought.
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