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I ran a hand through my hair. “What does that even mean?”
Xavier shook his head, staring at where Roccurem had stood. “I don’t know. Fates were always tricky. I think it’s cool we even get to see him up close.”
My lips quirked. “Yeah, I just don’t remember the fates being creepy as shit in all the stories.”
Xavier sighed. “It went too far, didn’t it?” He kicked at the flooring, scraping the toe of his shoe along the stone. A nervous tic he has had since the day I met him.
“You’re worried about her?”
“Yeah. I hope she’s okay. I kind of like her. She’s fun.”
“Yeah, me too. Do you think Samkiel will hate us?” I asked.
Xavier shrugged. “Who’s to say? Roccurem makes it seem like it is a matter of life or death that they are together, but as you said, I have this weird feeling.”
I nodded. I knew all too well. My senses had been in overdrive as if something was coming for us, but I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.
“I feel like I’m being edged.”
“What?” Xavier snorted.
“I feel like we are all on the cusp of something, waiting to explode, only it’s not coming.”
Xavier shook his head. “Of course, that would be your way of wording it.”
Xavier’s pocket buzzed, startling us both. He checked his phone and smiled before tucking it away.
“I must go, but I will see you in the morning unless Samkiel decides to kill us tonight.”
I knew who had called and where he was going. The knowledge hit my stomach like acid.
“Yeah.” I forced a smile. “See you then.”
Then he was gone, his bright blue light disappearing, leaving me alone in the hall.
I tucked my hands in my pockets and headed toward the sleeping corridor, trying to ignore the demons taunting me with images of where Xavier was. I stopped and swallowed hard. The idea of lying in bed alone with my thoughts made my stomach turn. Maybe I would go reorganize Elianna’s paperwork backward. At least, that would bring me some joy.
In a pop of light, I was two floors up. I ignored the scenes of battles and famous warriors carved into the walls, striding toward Elianna’s office. The heavy door swung open smoothly, and I stepped inside. Elianna’s head was lowered, her hand supporting her forehead as she wrote.
“Of course, you’d be in here,” I said with a sigh.
Elianna’s head popped up, and she quickly slid another page over what she had been working on. Her office screamed ‘I need attention’ with the gold and cream stone floor, the oversized desk, and the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves behind her. She had an assortment of large and small plants in intricate pots. Then there was that gaudy mirror in the corner of the room, a testimony to the vanity of the red-headed counselor.
“What are you doing?” She raised her hand. “Actually, don’t answer that. You stink of mortal liquor.”
I grinned and kicked the door closed behind me.
“It’s called having a life, Elli. You should look into it.”
“Don’t call me that.” She sneered at me, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear and returning to her notes.
“Why? You like it.”
She glared at me. “No, I don’t.”
“What are you doing up so late, anyway? Everyone you want to bully is asleep,” I said, tugging at a long green arrangement of vines spilling from a pot.
“Go away.”
