I follow his steps and feel my fingers leave the wall, finding the gap. The guy directly in front of me steps to the side and vanishes.
#Marked series crack#
I trail my fingers along, waiting for the crack I know is meant to be there. We follow along the trail until I see the people in front of me seemingly vanish into the wall. I’m glad her surname follows mine: Crowe and Curwood, I’d hate to think of her doing this part without me. Kelly lets go of my hand reluctantly and slips in behind me, walking so close I can feel her breath on my neck. One by one, we file onto the ledge in alphabetical order, walking slowly and carefully across it. The entrance is considerably large for a cave and is mostly filled with water, but for a narrow, uneven ledge that runs along one side. She shoots me a grateful smile, and then her eyes widen as we reach the cave entrance. “It’ll be fine, Kells, I promise,” I reply, squeezing her hand tightly. The three of them have always shown me support in whatever I want to do, and my mum is the same. I know her dads have always been pushing Kelly to be a high achiever, but seeing her worry like this makes me glad that my own fathers only want me to be happy. Mum will be happy with whatever, but those two, they just have so many expectations,” she adds. “What if I only get one? My dads will be so disappointed. It’s hard to be nervous when you’re not invested,” I answer softly, aware of the quiet around us, and not wanting my voice to echo in the darkness of night. I’ve just got to last three years in this school, and then I’m back to the plan. I feel a hand slip in mine, and as I look around to see Kelly, I smile at her. I’ll be happy whether I get one power, eleven, or any of the numbers in-between. Most look excited, a few nervous, and one even looks a little bored, but I’m calm.
I glance around at all the other seventeen-year-olds dressed in traditional white, as we walk across the rocks. Today is the first day of the rest of my life, my initiation into the marked academy. “You would be dead six times over if I was really trying.” “Yes?” I whisper, looking up, and catching the heated look in his green eyes. “Miss Kenzie Crowe,” he utters softly, his cool breath against my neck making me shiver.
“Miss Crowe,” he whispers in my ear softly, his deep voice sending shivers right through me. I struggle to get loose, completely forgetting to use my magic in order to assist me. Within seconds I’m pinned down onto the blue mat by his weight. I back up a few steps to keep out of reach, but he pounces, crossing the space between us. I try to use it as a screen to attack, but he simply uses his air ability to clear his vision again. I lift my left hand and command fire, using fire’s heat to melt the ice. I stare at him in confusion, when suddenly the water begins to cool and freeze over. A cool jet of water flows from his right hand he doesn’t aim it at me, but at the floor. He blocks my attack with a simple swipe of his hand. I aim low, hoping to strike him off balance. I try to counter with air, calling on my mark. He shoots flames to my left, and I jump to my right, narrowly avoiding the hit. I keep trying to move with him, to keep my eyes on him and my back away, but he’s just too quick. The dim lighting in the room does nothing to hide the predatory look on his face as he stalks around me, moving in a circle. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient.įor the flock, because without the flock this book collaboration would never have happened. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people.
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