Seizing Year Four (Grim Reaper Academy 4)
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But they were all wrong. I wasn’t doing shit to find my father. I hadn’t moved a finger in that direction all summer. Of course, I’d promised the Council I would, and the Council believed me. Even if I wasn’t human anymore and the prophecy had fallen through, I was still the best chance they had.
“You’re back!” Klaus caught up with me on the hallways.
“Missed me?”
Corri flappity-flapped from my shoulder to his. These days, the pixie liked my friends and my lovers more than she liked me. I sometimes wondered what it mea
nt… If it meant anything at all.
“You know it, sister.” He was calling me sister again. We’d mended our friendship sometime during the summer. “So, what’s new? You were out hunting yesterday, weren’t you?”
“Hunting?”
“Morningstar.”
I groaned. “Yeah, sure.”
Klaus sighed dramatically. “You weren’t. So, is it true? You really don’t have any clue where he is?”
“Who told you I don’t have any clue?”
“Lorna.”
“How would she know?”
He bit the inside of his lip, realizing he’d said too much. It was too late, now. He had to spill all of it.
“She tracks you sometimes, looks into what you’re doing. You know… she watches over you, makes sure you’re okay.”
“So, she’s a stalker. From bully, to murderous bitch, to stalker. Nice resume she’s pulling together.”
“She’s your friend.”
“She tried to kill me countless times.”
“Forgiven and forgotten. You said it yourself.”
“Forgiven, yes. Never forgotten.”
“Anyway, she’s not stalking you. She cares about you, you know.”
“She’s my guardian angel, then?”
He chuckled. “Let’s not go that far.”
“Whatever. If you have to know, yes, Lorna’s right. I don’t have any clue where my dear father might be hiding. For all I know, he’s not even in our universe anymore. That’s what I would do if I were a fugitive and a universe jumper.”
“Smart.”
“Yeah, well… I’m neither.” He must have heard the bitterness in my words, because he remained silent. “I don’t know where Morningstar is, and I don’t care. I have no way of retiring him, so why hunt him? To catch up and ask him about his health?”
“There must be a way…”
“Probably. But until I find said way, there’s no point in running around like a headless chicken, trying to track him down. It would be a waste of time, and I have better things to do.”
“Like what?”
We stopped in front of an open door. We’d reached my class. Violent Death Cabal students were pouring in from the hallways. Paz came from around a corner, kissed me on the forehead, smacked Klaus on the back, and went in.