Christin Solomon
Chapter 12-Sanendora Spies
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! There are more reasons that Christin doesn't like her cousins than meets the eye.
James's POV (I hope you all like it.)
Christin actually kicked me out of her room last night. Oh well, I was over it by the time morning came. Christin wasn't in her room or at breakfast. So I went over to her dad, weird, he still hadn't threatened me.
"Where's Christin?" I asked, a little warily.
"In the P&E barn, talking to her cousins," Mr. Solomon looked like he lacked sleep and wanted to punch himself at the same time. I was about to go out to the P&E barn when Christin burst through the Mess Hall doors, looking very, very mad.
"Come on Christin, please, we really need you." Caleb was begging.
"No!" She growled in Italian, which meant the situation was that much worse.
"You're a Sanendora, it's your right. Never mind that, it's your obligation to come back to Italy and be a spy." Nicola commanded, Christin snorted.
"I'm also a Solomon and it's my obligation to stay right here in America and be a spy." Christin hissed, still speaking Italian, but her voice was taking on a new note, as if she were slipping into a language much older.
"If Chris chose to join us . . ." Carissa trailed off suggestively. Uh oh, that hit a nerve.
"Chris would never join Italy." Christin stood in defiance. I was surprised; usually she was really sensitive to his name being spoken.
"But you are of Sanendora line." Alessandro persuaded. Christin said something, it sounded familiar to Italian but wasn't understandable, but her cousins seemed to understand in perfectly, because they backed off. My girlfriend stalked out of the room and I took off after her.
"Christin" I called as she ran in the direction of the Grand Hall. She stopped and waited.
"Baby" I said as I tried to grab her in a hug, but she slid out of my arms and walked away.
"Please just talk to me." I pleaded; she sighed and turned into the library, and went into the farthest back corner. We sat a crossed from each other.
"There is much more to my line than just my mother coming from Italy." She began.
"Yeah?" I didn't get where she was going with this.
"My mother is from a very dignified line of Italian spies, the Sanendora Spies, the most highly appraised spies in Italy, in very twisted ways. When a child is born, they are taken and trained and trained and trained till they're the very best. Sanendora Spies are the best of the best. My mom didn't want any of her children to be taken so she went to America, where she met my dad." Christin looked like she wanted the story to end there, but I knew it didn't.
"Sanendora Spies do anything to accomplish the mission. They're ruthless and have no problem destroying what gets in their way. Supposedly, this is why we're the greatest spies, because we aren't afraid to get the job done, no matter what it takes . . . no matter the blood shed." We were gazing at each other and I knew she was being completely honest. It was a few moments before she stood up and sat down beside me. I automatically wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"My mom is a direct descendant. This makes any of her children direct descendants." She finished.
"So that's why they want you so bad." I nodded in comprehension as I pieced it all together. She shook her head in agreement and rested her head on my shoulder.
"But I'll never join them." She said suddenly and with such harsh finality that I thought the whole library would burn from the passion in her decision.
"Good, because I'm not losing you." I whispered, she smiled, and we kissed. It was gentle and reassuring. But it suddenly spiked to a hot and heavy make out session. Then her phone went off and she pulled away to look t it.
"It's for you." She showed me the screen.
Hands to yourself.
Michealo
"I'm not going to do anything." I growled, ready to text him back. Christin laughed and held the phone out of my reach.
"Nah, I can deal with it later." She negotiated as I tried to grab the darn phone again. I chuckled and rested back against the chair.
"Are you sure?" I teased. She snorted and got off my lap and walked away.
"Christin!" I whined, her musical laugh sounded through rows of books. I shook my head and followed. It wasn't until we were at the Grand Hall that we realized no one was around, at all.
"Christin Sanendora" A voice addressed.
"That's Christin Solomon." She growled darkly.
"No because you are a Sanendora Spy."
A/N:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This chapter is short but I wanted to explain more on Christin's mom's side of the family. Cliff hanger. Who is Chris? And by the way, it is NOT Cammie's dad. Please Review!