Saving Year Three (Grim Reaper Academy 3)
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I took out Morningstar’s notebook. “I found this in my old room. My father’s old room. It’s his dream journal. I can’t figure out why he kept it, or what it all means, but Corri just pointed out that it’s weird he can dream at all, since he’s supernatural. I thought I’d ask you.”
She wiped her hands on her apron and took the journal, scanning its pages quickly.
“These are awfully detailed. No, I don’t dream like this. Or, I don’t remember. Even for a hybrid, I think he’s special.” She gave it back to me.
“I just
thought I might find a clue… Oh well.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m glad you came. I have to give you something from Klaus.” She opened a cupboard, lifted a pile of kitchen towels, and took out something that looked like a leaf. A big, fat leaf.
“Fay’s Alder?”
“Yes.”
I accepted the leaf and stared at it in confusion. What was I supposed to do with it?
“I have one, too. So does Klaus, his boyfriend, your boyfriends, Sariel, and Francis. See? We haven’t sat on our asses all this time. We put our minds together and came up with a new way to communicate. No technology involved, so your father has no chance of finding out.”
“You’re telling me I’m holding a communication device?”
“Yes! Here, let me show you how it works.”
She took out a pen and started writing on my leaf. Underneath “You’re my best friend, xoxo”, she wrote her name – Patricia. Then, she took her own leaf out, and I saw the text she’d written on mine now appeared on hers.
“So cool!”
“Shh… You have to be very careful with this. No one has to see it. Ever. When you want to message one of us, just write whatever you want to write, then put the name under it.”
“Does this thing vibrate or something? How do I know when I got a text?”
She laughed out loud. “It doesn’t vibrate. Geez, Mila, it’s not a phone. It’s a magic leaf.”
“And Klaus did this?”
“Yeah. It only works with Fay’s Alder, and it was a complicated spell, too.”
“Aww… he’s improving.”
“He’s doing his best. He didn’t like it when you had to ask Lorna for help on Mabon.”
“Good. A kick in the butt is a step forward.”
“Yeah, it kinda’ hurt his feelings.”
“We both know he could be one hell of a mage if he tried enough.”
“Well, he’s trying now.”
“Good. Good. Because I need one hell of a mage on my team.”
So, it turned out young Valentine’s dream journal didn’t contain the instructions to build the only weapon that could destroy him, but it took me to Patricia, and now I had a neat communication device. The second I teleported back to my room, I settled in bed with my leaf, a naughty grin on my lips.
“How’s it going, handsome? What are you wearing?” And I added GC under the text.
It took him for fucking ever to reply, so I texted the same thing to Paz in the meantime. Whoever saw my message first was going to get some well-deserved leaf sex.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN