before. Ever. It wasn’t ladylike and her mother was nothing if not a lady.
Evidently, neither had her father as he came pounding down the hall way as fast as he could, coming to a skidding halt where they still stood near the front door.
“Evaline? Wha tever is all the commotion? What is the matter with you?” he sounded panicked and looked over to Aisline to see if she could shed any light on the situation, and surprise surprise, that look of disgust and horror quickly crossed his face as well.
“Oh, And re, what are we going to do?” her mother started to wail loudly as her father stood by with a look of stern concern. Aisline looked from one to the other with a puzzled expression.
“We call the Sons. That’s what we have to do.”
Chapter Ten.
“I do hope that you can do something about this situation, Mr Kelton. It just isn’t right. It simply is not done. T his is not how we do things.” the voice on the other end of the line said in a high, harassed tone.
Kelton sat with his head in his hands and was more than amazed that his voice could remain sounding s o sure and calm and in control when he was spiralling into a world of confusion. It was just seeming to be one thing after another.
“We will do what we have to do, Mr Kellerman. You can trust in that. And, it‘s Master Warrior, not Mr”
Staring at the phone, which now only held a dead dialling tone, he couldn’t quite believe that the man had had the cheek to hang up on him. He was the one who was calling him for help. After all, manners and common courtesy cost nothing, but the man had possessed neither. Ass.
Heaven knows what he was going to do with this new problem. He knew that they’d have to come up with a solution, and fast, but what? This was way beyond anything he could have imagined. As if things weren’t bad enough already, and now this on top of it? The email he had just received also didn’t help matters in the least. The council had contacted him to advise that they wanted to lead a debate, which would result in a vote, as to whether to elect him as the new leader of the Lamia Matris race. Honestly! Him? That was the last thing he needed or wanted right now.
He was a fighter, not a political leader. What sort of experience did he have? He could lead in combat, but having the weight of their race on his shoulders? No. That was not something he had ever strived for. Which is what he told them in a very curt reply. They didn’t stand a cat in hell’s chance of him stepping up. They’d just have to find somebody else. He had more than enough on his plate without adding those imbeciles at the council into the mix.
A knock came on the closed door and Professor Fieldman popped her in, looking even more flustered than usual.
“What’s up, Jainey?” he asked, hoping against hope that she didn’t have another problem to add to his ever growing pile. But that was just his luck at the moment. He was sitting on a mountain of shit and had no way of shovelling his way out of it.
“I didn’t know what else to do. Things are getting out of hand in there. They just are n‘t listening to me, Kelton.” her voice held a nervous quiver.
Kelton got up from behind his desk and rubbed his temples as he walked over to her. Another problem. Aweso me. Just what he bloody needed.
Edging back around his desk, with one last look at the screen, Kelton switched off his laptop and put the matter to the back of his mind. He had other more important things to deal with presently. They could wait. He wouldn’t be changing his mind anyway, so the council were wasting their time trying to push him into it.
Walking briskly back towards the class that she had been teaching, Professor Jainey Fieldman filled him in on the problem at hand.
Everything had been going really well. The students had all paired up as they had the day before and were sparring as planned. It had been made
Evidently, neither had her father as he came pounding down the hall way as fast as he could, coming to a skidding halt where they still stood near the front door.
“Evaline? Wha tever is all the commotion? What is the matter with you?” he sounded panicked and looked over to Aisline to see if she could shed any light on the situation, and surprise surprise, that look of disgust and horror quickly crossed his face as well.
“Oh, And re, what are we going to do?” her mother started to wail loudly as her father stood by with a look of stern concern. Aisline looked from one to the other with a puzzled expression.
“We call the Sons. That’s what we have to do.”
Chapter Ten.
“I do hope that you can do something about this situation, Mr Kelton. It just isn’t right. It simply is not done. T his is not how we do things.” the voice on the other end of the line said in a high, harassed tone.
Kelton sat with his head in his hands and was more than amazed that his voice could remain sounding s o sure and calm and in control when he was spiralling into a world of confusion. It was just seeming to be one thing after another.
“We will do what we have to do, Mr Kellerman. You can trust in that. And, it‘s Master Warrior, not Mr”
Staring at the phone, which now only held a dead dialling tone, he couldn’t quite believe that the man had had the cheek to hang up on him. He was the one who was calling him for help. After all, manners and common courtesy cost nothing, but the man had possessed neither. Ass.
Heaven knows what he was going to do with this new problem. He knew that they’d have to come up with a solution, and fast, but what? This was way beyond anything he could have imagined. As if things weren’t bad enough already, and now this on top of it? The email he had just received also didn’t help matters in the least. The council had contacted him to advise that they wanted to lead a debate, which would result in a vote, as to whether to elect him as the new leader of the Lamia Matris race. Honestly! Him? That was the last thing he needed or wanted right now.
He was a fighter, not a political leader. What sort of experience did he have? He could lead in combat, but having the weight of their race on his shoulders? No. That was not something he had ever strived for. Which is what he told them in a very curt reply. They didn’t stand a cat in hell’s chance of him stepping up. They’d just have to find somebody else. He had more than enough on his plate without adding those imbeciles at the council into the mix.
A knock came on the closed door and Professor Fieldman popped her in, looking even more flustered than usual.
“What’s up, Jainey?” he asked, hoping against hope that she didn’t have another problem to add to his ever growing pile. But that was just his luck at the moment. He was sitting on a mountain of shit and had no way of shovelling his way out of it.
“I didn’t know what else to do. Things are getting out of hand in there. They just are n‘t listening to me, Kelton.” her voice held a nervous quiver.
Kelton got up from behind his desk and rubbed his temples as he walked over to her. Another problem. Aweso me. Just what he bloody needed.
Edging back around his desk, with one last look at the screen, Kelton switched off his laptop and put the matter to the back of his mind. He had other more important things to deal with presently. They could wait. He wouldn’t be changing his mind anyway, so the council were wasting their time trying to push him into it.
Walking briskly back towards the class that she had been teaching, Professor Jainey Fieldman filled him in on the problem at hand.
Everything had been going really well. The students had all paired up as they had the day before and were sparring as planned. It had been made
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