Noah said.
“I’m having his kid, Noah. What part of that don’t you get?”
“I don’t know what else to say, Dawn.” Noah sighed. “I’m here to support you. I plan on talking to Beck this week. We used to be friends. I’ll try to help make peace between you two.”
“I don’t want you talking to him,” she snapped. “I can do this myself.”
“Whatever.”
They reached the Dark Campus at the edge of Priest River. It was larger than the Light Campus, with its own football field. Everything was new, from the track around the field to the dorms and the buildings housing classrooms. The population of Dark to Light students had been two to one for some time, and the campus reflected the widening gap.
“I’ve got my deposition in the morning, but I’ll be back by lunch tomorrow. Do you want to sit down and talk?” Noah asked. He stopped the car at the curb next to her dorm.
“No one listens anyway,” she complained. “You won’t say anything bad tomorrow will you?”
“Of course not,” he replied. “I know you’re getting screwed over. I’m your brother.”
Dawn softened. Though Noah was a year younger than her, he had always been a good friend and great brother. His calm nature came from dealing with her and their mother, whose diva-like antics made Dawn look like an angel.
“Thank you, Noah,” she said, tears in her eyes. She leaned over and hugged him. Just when she thought no one cared, there was Noah. As usual. He left soon after his witchling trial was complete last year and went to help the struggling family business. She didn’t realize she missed her brother until the moment he was one of her only allies.
“If you need anything, call. I’m across the parking lot in the boys dorm,” he replied and returned the hug.
“I will,” Dawn said. She climbed out of the car and hurried to the dorms, chilled by the cold, Idaho night.
The Dark witchlings had enough dorms that no one needed a roommate, unlike the Light Campus. She found herself enjoying her own private space for once. The small dorm room was more of an apartment with a living area and kitchenette, a private bedroom, and a bathroom. Most importantly, there were tons of closets for all her designer clothing.
Dawn flipped on the lights and stopped in the middle of her living room. The heat wasn’t on. She went to the thermostat, pissed, and checked it. It read seventy-one degrees, where she preferred it. But it was almost colder here than outside.
You’re ignoring me.
This time, she was certain it wasn’t air magick. She had no idea what it could be. The voice came from inside her head and yet, she distinctly heard it, as if it were outside her head, too.
Light failed to penetrate one corner of her living room. Her gaze lingered. The shadows reminded her of the Darkness that trailed Decker wherever he went.
“Who are you?”
A friend.
Dawn started towards the door. She felt foolish talking to herself then scared when someone answered.
Do you want Beck or not?
Dawn stopped.
I can help you get him back. Or destroy him. It’s up to you.
“How?” she asked without turning.
The room grew colder. She shivered despite her coat.
Thus far, your planning and execution have been inconsistent. If you want him to feel your pain, to suffer as you do, you need my help. You must hit him where it counts.
“I’ve tried that,” she replied.
Every Dark Master has a Light counterbalance.
“That bitch Summer.”
Exactly. Every Light Master has one, too.
Dawn turned, interested. Her hopes soared once more, and she waited for it to speak again. Maybe, all she had to do was tell Beck she was his, and he’d stop being such an idiot about everything.
It’s not you.
Fury filled her. Dawn flung her purse across the room.
“Get out of here!” she snarled, glaring into the corner.
But …
She waited, fuming.
But you can remove his from his life and increase your chances of convincing him to return to you. You
“I’m having his kid, Noah. What part of that don’t you get?”
“I don’t know what else to say, Dawn.” Noah sighed. “I’m here to support you. I plan on talking to Beck this week. We used to be friends. I’ll try to help make peace between you two.”
“I don’t want you talking to him,” she snapped. “I can do this myself.”
“Whatever.”
They reached the Dark Campus at the edge of Priest River. It was larger than the Light Campus, with its own football field. Everything was new, from the track around the field to the dorms and the buildings housing classrooms. The population of Dark to Light students had been two to one for some time, and the campus reflected the widening gap.
“I’ve got my deposition in the morning, but I’ll be back by lunch tomorrow. Do you want to sit down and talk?” Noah asked. He stopped the car at the curb next to her dorm.
“No one listens anyway,” she complained. “You won’t say anything bad tomorrow will you?”
“Of course not,” he replied. “I know you’re getting screwed over. I’m your brother.”
Dawn softened. Though Noah was a year younger than her, he had always been a good friend and great brother. His calm nature came from dealing with her and their mother, whose diva-like antics made Dawn look like an angel.
“Thank you, Noah,” she said, tears in her eyes. She leaned over and hugged him. Just when she thought no one cared, there was Noah. As usual. He left soon after his witchling trial was complete last year and went to help the struggling family business. She didn’t realize she missed her brother until the moment he was one of her only allies.
“If you need anything, call. I’m across the parking lot in the boys dorm,” he replied and returned the hug.
“I will,” Dawn said. She climbed out of the car and hurried to the dorms, chilled by the cold, Idaho night.
The Dark witchlings had enough dorms that no one needed a roommate, unlike the Light Campus. She found herself enjoying her own private space for once. The small dorm room was more of an apartment with a living area and kitchenette, a private bedroom, and a bathroom. Most importantly, there were tons of closets for all her designer clothing.
Dawn flipped on the lights and stopped in the middle of her living room. The heat wasn’t on. She went to the thermostat, pissed, and checked it. It read seventy-one degrees, where she preferred it. But it was almost colder here than outside.
You’re ignoring me.
This time, she was certain it wasn’t air magick. She had no idea what it could be. The voice came from inside her head and yet, she distinctly heard it, as if it were outside her head, too.
Light failed to penetrate one corner of her living room. Her gaze lingered. The shadows reminded her of the Darkness that trailed Decker wherever he went.
“Who are you?”
A friend.
Dawn started towards the door. She felt foolish talking to herself then scared when someone answered.
Do you want Beck or not?
Dawn stopped.
I can help you get him back. Or destroy him. It’s up to you.
“How?” she asked without turning.
The room grew colder. She shivered despite her coat.
Thus far, your planning and execution have been inconsistent. If you want him to feel your pain, to suffer as you do, you need my help. You must hit him where it counts.
“I’ve tried that,” she replied.
Every Dark Master has a Light counterbalance.
“That bitch Summer.”
Exactly. Every Light Master has one, too.
Dawn turned, interested. Her hopes soared once more, and she waited for it to speak again. Maybe, all she had to do was tell Beck she was his, and he’d stop being such an idiot about everything.
It’s not you.
Fury filled her. Dawn flung her purse across the room.
“Get out of here!” she snarled, glaring into the corner.
But …
She waited, fuming.
But you can remove his from his life and increase your chances of convincing him to return to you. You
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