Part 7
Illyria had heard all the rumours that day, something to do with Morpheus Blackwood being dead and Enya being responsible. A strange girl had been hanging around a lot as well, she'd noticed. One of those metal chicks, blue hair, ripped jeans, ridiculously tight top, not too obscure.
Lately she seemed to be there wherever Illyria turned.
She didn't believe a word of the gossip herself. Why would Enya kill a guy who'd come to get a few class notes?
"You were the one who said she was kicking the crap out of some guy who stopped by the other night," Katrissa pointed out.
Illyria shrugged uncomfortably. She and her friends sat in the campus coffee house, trying to figure out what was happening. "He was an ex-boyfriend," she glanced to Valaire for some support.
Valaire nodded. "Khal Redfern is in some definite need of a good ass kicking. Then again, Enya's known to have a disliking for jocks and frat boys."
"I guess the spell is just taking a little longer than we thought," Amara said, sounding disappointed as she took a small sip of her latte.
"It's only been a few days," Katrissa pointed out. "Someone'll come - if he doesn't end up dead before the whole thing gets in place." Her lip was curled cruelly.
Illyria didn't say anything. Enya had struck her as cold and distant, and there were reasons for it. She didn't want to think of the possibility that Katrissa might be right. Enya needed a soulmate to tell her love was a good thing, then would come out of her shell. Another werewolf would be ideal, but they couldn't guarantee that.
"Who's *she*?" she asked in a low voice, nodding towards the blue haired girl at the counter.
Amara's nose wrinkled in distaste. "I've seen her around a lot too."
Valaire's head was tilted to one side. "That's Isabelle Keller. She used to go to high school here with me and Enya." She was the so-called freak. She's a shifter. She's Enya's sister."
That still didn't explain why she was hanging around them. "Oh." She hung around for a while, waiting for the others to finish their drinks, finding herself getting bored of listening to theories on why Enya might kill Morpheus.
The only way to find out about this, was probably to *ask* Enya. She excused herself and went back to her dorm room. Enya was already there, sitting at her desk. Soft jazz music was coming from her stereo system, her lap top computer was open on the desk.
"You've heard," Enya said, before Illyria had the chance to say anything. Illyria closed the door.
"Yeah."
"You think I did it?"
"I don't know what to think."
"That makes me feel so much better."
Illyria frowned, confused at Enya's tone. There was no hint of bitterness or anger, no resentment, if anything, she sounded amused.
"Am I missing something here?"
"Does the name Angelina Dramanio mean anything to you?" Enya hadn't even looked up from her computer screen.
Illyria shook her head, sitting at her own desk. "No. Why?"
"She was here earlier. Ask Valaire, maybe she'll recognise the name. Claims she's one of Khal's girls, and she's pissed because she thinks Khal's obsessed with me. She wants me to kill myself. Step one to driving me insane was killing Morpheus."
Illyria didn't know what to make of any of this. "And this is funny, why?"
Enya snorted. "Do you not see how ridiculous the whole thing sounds?"
Illyria shrugged. "Again, I don't know what to think. Maybe you should be more careful."
"Whatever."
Illyria was surprised Enya was taking this so well. If some strange girl was hanging around, threatening to destroy *her* into suicide, she'd be freaking. ~It's nothing to do with you~ she told herself. ~It's her problem let her handle it. It's not like you're friends or anything.~
Illyria tried to distract herself with a paper of her own. She couldn't deny the spark of worry inside her.
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Illyria had heard all the rumours that day, something to do with Morpheus Blackwood being dead and Enya being responsible. A strange girl had been hanging around a lot as well, she'd noticed. One of those metal chicks, blue hair, ripped jeans, ridiculously tight top, not too obscure.
Lately she seemed to be there wherever Illyria turned.
She didn't believe a word of the gossip herself. Why would Enya kill a guy who'd come to get a few class notes?
"You were the one who said she was kicking the crap out of some guy who stopped by the other night," Katrissa pointed out.
Illyria shrugged uncomfortably. She and her friends sat in the campus coffee house, trying to figure out what was happening. "He was an ex-boyfriend," she glanced to Valaire for some support.
Valaire nodded. "Khal Redfern is in some definite need of a good ass kicking. Then again, Enya's known to have a disliking for jocks and frat boys."
"I guess the spell is just taking a little longer than we thought," Amara said, sounding disappointed as she took a small sip of her latte.
"It's only been a few days," Katrissa pointed out. "Someone'll come - if he doesn't end up dead before the whole thing gets in place." Her lip was curled cruelly.
Illyria didn't say anything. Enya had struck her as cold and distant, and there were reasons for it. She didn't want to think of the possibility that Katrissa might be right. Enya needed a soulmate to tell her love was a good thing, then would come out of her shell. Another werewolf would be ideal, but they couldn't guarantee that.
"Who's *she*?" she asked in a low voice, nodding towards the blue haired girl at the counter.
Amara's nose wrinkled in distaste. "I've seen her around a lot too."
Valaire's head was tilted to one side. "That's Isabelle Keller. She used to go to high school here with me and Enya." She was the so-called freak. She's a shifter. She's Enya's sister."
That still didn't explain why she was hanging around them. "Oh." She hung around for a while, waiting for the others to finish their drinks, finding herself getting bored of listening to theories on why Enya might kill Morpheus.
The only way to find out about this, was probably to *ask* Enya. She excused herself and went back to her dorm room. Enya was already there, sitting at her desk. Soft jazz music was coming from her stereo system, her lap top computer was open on the desk.
"You've heard," Enya said, before Illyria had the chance to say anything. Illyria closed the door.
"Yeah."
"You think I did it?"
"I don't know what to think."
"That makes me feel so much better."
Illyria frowned, confused at Enya's tone. There was no hint of bitterness or anger, no resentment, if anything, she sounded amused.
"Am I missing something here?"
"Does the name Angelina Dramanio mean anything to you?" Enya hadn't even looked up from her computer screen.
Illyria shook her head, sitting at her own desk. "No. Why?"
"She was here earlier. Ask Valaire, maybe she'll recognise the name. Claims she's one of Khal's girls, and she's pissed because she thinks Khal's obsessed with me. She wants me to kill myself. Step one to driving me insane was killing Morpheus."
Illyria didn't know what to make of any of this. "And this is funny, why?"
Enya snorted. "Do you not see how ridiculous the whole thing sounds?"
Illyria shrugged. "Again, I don't know what to think. Maybe you should be more careful."
"Whatever."
Illyria was surprised Enya was taking this so well. If some strange girl was hanging around, threatening to destroy *her* into suicide, she'd be freaking. ~It's nothing to do with you~ she told herself. ~It's her problem let her handle it. It's not like you're friends or anything.~
Illyria tried to distract herself with a paper of her own. She couldn't deny the spark of worry inside her.
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