Heart and Revenge: Slayer Academy (Book 2) Read online

He takes a step in her direction which has Treys' protective instincts kicking in. He steps with Phillip, always keeping himself between the father and daughter. “I’m not going to hurt my daughter,” Phillip roars at Trey.

  “Look at her face,” he says, watching as she tries to blink back her tears. “You already have. Now, you’ve been asked to leave twice, don’t make me ask a third time,” he says, growling down at the man.

  Phillip lets out a roar and stalks towards the door before gripping the handle and flinging it open wide. He looks back at Jacinta with a pained expression and I’m sure it’s currently dawning on him exactly what it is that he’s lost today. With that, he shoots out the door, slamming it behind him.

  The room falls silent and I squeeze Jacinta’s hand in mine as Trey wraps his arms around his now sobbing girlfriend. I look up to see a similar situation with Daniel and his mom who’s quietly sobbing on his shoulder, repeating, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” while Daniel rubs slow circles on her back, desperately attempting to soothe her.

  I clear my throat, gaining the room’s attention. “I’ll take Jacinta back to our room if you wanted to stay here and sort things out. I’m sure there’s a lot to discuss.”

  Daniel gives us a light nod and we make our way to the door. “I’ll talk to you soon,” Jacinta says looking at Daniel. They stare at each other for a long moment and it’s clear they have a lot to discuss.

  We make our way out of the room and I link my arm through Millie’s, who’s been standing like a statue, terrified of making the tiniest little peep. After I’m sure that she’s okay, she heads across to meet our mom and leaves Trey and I to deal with Jacinta.

  We sit in our dorm with no one speaking a word as Jacinta soundlessly lays across Trey’s lap on the couch, his hand slowly running up and down her back. An hour later, there’s a knock at the window and I shoot across the room to find Daniel on the other side.

  Jacinta sits up straighter at the sight of him as he climbs through the window and takes a seat on my bed. “Come here,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically low and melancholy as he pats the space beside him on the bed. “There are a few things you should know.”

  Jacinta lifts herself up off the couch and wordlessly crosses the room to take a seat on her bed, opposite Daniel.

  “Did you guys need us to leave?” Trey asks the quiet room.

  “Nah, it’s nothing you haven’t already figured out,” Daniel mumbles. He takes a deep breath and raises his gaze to meet Jacinta’s. “Are you ready?” he asks.

  Jacinta presses her lips together and shrugs. “Not really,” she whispers. “But go on anyway.”

  Daniel pauses as he gathers his thoughts. “Alright, well I guess you’ve probably worked out that my mom and your dad had an affair,” he starts as Jacinta bows her head at Daniel’s confirmation. “Nineteen years ago, she met Phillip at a Guard gala day. She was working at the event that he’d been attending and he apparently sought her out at the end of the evening.

  “He was the wealthy older man and swept her off her feet. They had a brief affair and my mom had no idea that he was a married man. She said it started off with the romantic gestures, but didn’t take her long to realize his true colors. Three months into their affair she found out he was married to your mom and was going to leave him when she realized that she was pregnant with me.”

  Daniel pauses to let his words sink in as Jacinta lifts her head and cringes. “So, it’s true, you’re my brother?” she asks with a confused and hurt frown.

  Daniel tightens his lips and shoots her an apologetic look. “Yeah, well…half-brother.”

  “Okay, can we come back to that? I want to know what happened next.”

  Daniel takes a breath and carries on. “Mom told him about the pregnancy and he flipped on her saying that she did it on purpose to get to his money,” he scoffs. “He paid her one hundred thousand dollars to disappear and to ‘fix’ the problem. Though my mother’s not the kind of woman who can be bought. There was no way she would ever go through with an abortion, so, fearing your father, she disappeared into the human world. She donated the money to the local shelter and got a job to pay for a home for us.”

  “When I was four, she was struggling with money, missed her family, and wanted me to grow up with the influence of The Guard, the same way she had. So, she packed us up and moved back into the community just in time for me to start school at the Academy.”

  “Holy shit,” Jacinta whispers.

  “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” he says before opening his arms out wide.

  Jacinta climbs off her bed and falls into his inviting arms, though it’s clear they're still both deep in thought. He holds her tight for a long while before she bursts into a hysterical laugh. “No wonder we fight the way we do,” she says to him.

  He gives her a brilliant smile and the tension in the room disappears.

  “Does my mom know?” she suddenly asks.

  He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not sure, but if she doesn’t, it’s probably something she deserves to.”

  Jacinta nods in agreement and we all sit in silence, allowing Daniel and Jacinta to process the morning's events when a memory comes crashing through my mind. “Oh, my God,” I screech, wide-eyed as I stare at my best friend, completely horrified.

  All eyes in the room fall on me. “What?” Jacinta demands, not liking the look on my face.

  A wicked grin spreads over my lips. “Remember that party about three years ago where we all got wasted and wandered off with the guys? We played that really awful game of truth or dare?”

  “Oh, no,” Jacinta says, her face growing pale while a sick look crosses Daniel’s face. They share a horrified glance as Trey jumps up from the couch. “What happened? I don’t remember.”

  “No, no, no, no,” Jacinta begins to chant, rubbing her temples as she awkwardly removes herself from Daniel’s arms.

  My grin widens at the cringe on Daniel’s face and I turn to fill in Trey. “Jacinta was keeping some ridiculous secret from me at the time so I started a game of truth or dare knowing she always picks truth. Anyway, when it got to her turn, she surprised me by picking dare. I wanted her to beg for truth instead, so I gave her a dare I never thought she’d go through with.”

  “What was the dare?” Trey asks, hanging on every word of the story.

  “To make out with Daniel and as drunk as they both were, they made out all night. Arms and legs were going everywhere.”

  “WHAT?” Trey shouts. “You hooked up with Jacinta and never told me?” he demands with his gaze trained on his best friend and betrayal in his eyes.

  Another laugh comes ripping from my throat. “What’s more important is that he hooked up with his sister.”

  “Hey,” Daniel defends. “I was that wasted I didn’t even remember that until just now, and besides, how the hell was I supposed to know she was my sister?”

  “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Stop talking about it,” Jacinta begs with her hands pressed to her ears. The rest of the room bursts into laughter at her embarrassment and Trey moves closer to wrap his arms around her slender body.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, babe,” he soothes, pulling her in tighter. “It wouldn’t be Daniel if he didn’t make it his mission to make out with every girl on campus, you know, sisters and all.”

  Jacinta’s eyes narrow at him, but he’s saved when her phone rings and she digs into her pocket to pull it out. A cringe comes over her embarrassed face when she reads the caller ID. “It’s mom,” she announces before answering her phone.

  After a short conversation, she hangs up. “Apparently, dad has a ‘work thing’ and they need to leave right away,” she says.

  “I’m assuming your mom wants you to go and say goodbye?” Trey questions.

  “Yeah, but I don’t want to see dad.”

  “I know, I’ll come with you,” he says, planting a swift kiss on her lips and taking her hand before leading her out of the room by the window.

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nbsp; “You should probably go spend some time with Millie and your mom before she has to leave too,” Daniel says.

  “Yeah, you’re right.”

  “Come on,” Daniel says, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “I’ll walk you.”

  “K,” I say as we head out the door with a smile pulling at my lips. “I can’t believe you hooked up with your sister.”

  Chapter 3

  I walk into Combat Training on Monday afternoon with Daniel and Trey trailing behind me. My eyes zone in on the brooding man, leaning against the wall with his foot propped up. A smirk plays on his lips and a twinkle lingers in his dark, speckled eyes as he watches me enter.

  I resist the urge to swoon.

  “You’re late and you’ve wasted my time,” Rylan scolds, his tone demanding complete utter respect. Trey and Daniel wince at his tone and rush to join the group.

  I try my best to prevent the grin that’s desperate to escape my lips, knowing that after months of showing up to my one-on-one sessions late, Rylan really doesn’t care. He just enjoys watching them scramble around, doing everything they can to remain in his good book.

  Rylan pushes off the wall and comes to stand in front of our small group of misfits. “Right, now that everyone has decided to show up,” he starts, eyeing Trey and Daniel, who both wear guilty expressions. “We need to discuss how the midterm examinations will play out next week.”

  A groan echoes through the room from at least four of the guys. Though one harsh look from Rylan shuts them up. “As you are aware, the week will commence with a written exam. This will be on Monday morning in the Great Hall. All other electives will be having their exams at the same time. The doors to the Great Hall will close at exactly 9 am, anyone who is not inside that hall will forfeit their test results and there will be no second chances.”

  Rylan fixes me with a look that suggests he added that last part particularly for my benefit as I’ve never been on time for anything in my life. I give him the slightest nod to acknowledge his warning was well received and he continues on.

  “On Monday afternoon, you will be tested on your target skills which include all variations of shooting; near, far, and a moving target. The same goes for daggers. You will be required to discuss safe weaponry handling and give a brief demonstration to The Guard officials.”

  “Tuesday is when you’ll start your combat examinations. You will fight each of your classmates over the space of the next few days. A schedule will be placed on the notice board outside the combat room detailing when and who you will be fighting. Now, as you know, The Guard likes to create an event of your physical examinations, so your fights will take place out on the back oval. Grandstands will be erected on the outskirts and you can expect to see a crowd of at least one thousand people each day, so take this opportunity to invite your families.”

  “Friday will conclude your exams with a demonstration of your weaponry skills within a fight. Though you will be using training weapons, you’re instructed not to hold back. Due to the nature of these fights, you will be partnered with either myself or Ben,” he says, indicating towards our other instructor who gives him a nod in return. “As you know, the results for each of your exams will determine your current ranking, so I expect each of you to give 110%.”

  “Right, now that’s out of the way, there’s no particular plan for this week’s training. You have already learned everything you need to know to come out on top, so it’s up to you to make it happen. Ben will be spending his week in the shooting range and I will remain here. You will have the choice of what you spend your week working on. I suggest you figure out your weaknesses and work your asses off to overcome them. Ben and I will remain in each room until 6 pm each day, so take advantage.”

  With those parting words, the room breaks apart. A few follow Ben out the door to the shooting range but I choose to stay back. After hours upon hours of practicing, I currently hold a 95% accuracy rate in those skills, though I will probably spend a few hours at the range before the week is up.

  I head over to the small stage at the front of the room which is currently filled with all sorts of training weapons and I study the collection before me. Knowing both my weaponry skills during combat and my overall strength are my weakest areas, I pick a handful of training items and head over to an empty space in the room. I try to focus solely on the task at hand, not the sexy man who’s strutting around the room, barking out instructions and demands.

  After thirty minutes of working my ass off, a bead of sweat travels down the back of my neck and I give myself a short chance to catch my breath. I put my training weapons down in a neat little pile and head over to grab a bottle of water. I plonk my ass down on the ground and lay back on the cool linoleum of the training room while closing my eyes as I catch my breath.

  I open my eyes a few moments later to find Rylan staring down at me. “You’re doing pretty well today,” he says, crouching down to get closer to my level.

  “You think?” I scoff. “I feel awkward with a few things and I’m pretty sure I’m screwing up with the big dagger again.”

  “Really?” he asks. “Looked next to perfect to me. In fact,” he says lowering his tone to a near whisper. “It was damn sexy.”

  “Shh,” I hurriedly scold, glancing around the room and hoping nobody heard his comment. A smirk comes over his face as he watches my face fill with panic before letting out a low laugh and reaching a hand down to me.

  “Come on,” he says. “Show me what you think you’re having trouble with.”

  I reach up and take hold of his hand and warmth instantly spreads through me at his touch, a feeling that I’m positive I’ll never get used to. Rylan pulls me up off the ground and holds onto me for a few seconds longer than necessary until regrettably letting go and leading me across to my training space.

  We get to work with the dagger and his eyes heat further with every movement I make. Though professional as always when it comes to my training, he keeps his dirty comments to himself and helps me fix the few things that I was struggling with.

  “Rylan,” a voice calls from the opposite side of the room. “Can I have a hand?”

  He looks over his shoulder, seeking out the owner of the voice and gives a nod. “Are you good here?” he asks, looking back to me. “Nothing else you need help with?”

  I give him a seductive smile and lower my voice. “There are so many things I could use your help with right now,” I tell him.

  He closes his eyes for the briefest moment and I find them scorching when they open again. “Don’t tempt me, Bianca. My self-control is getting worse every day,” he whispers. “Trust me, if we were alone, I would’ve had you up against that wall the moment you walked in.”

  Oh, geez. My thoughts begin to jumble as the image of Rylan pressing me up against the wall takes priority in my mind and I stutter out something that resembles ‘need to get back to work.’

  Rylan gives me a sly smile and turns on his heel, heading for the owner of the voice and leaving me to sort out my thought process. I pluck the thoughts of Rylan and the wall out of my mind for the time being and promise myself that I’ll revisit that one tonight.

  I work for another hour on an assortment of weapons before finally taking a break. I find Daniel heading for the door and call out to him. “Hey, where are you going?”

  He turns at the sound of my voice with a brilliant smile plastering across his face. “I’m going to head to the cafeteria, grab a bite to eat then keep going on sparring. Want to come?”

  My stomach rumbles at that exact time. “Do I ever,” I announce, jogging to catch up with him. “Who are you sparring with when you get back?”

  “No clue. I was going to ask Rylan, but I don’t feel like getting my ass completely handed to me today.”

  “I’ll spar with you for an hour if you do some strength work with me after that?”

  Daniel holds his hand out to me. “You’ve got yourself a deal, pretty lady,” he says, placing his hand in min
e and giving it a firm shake.

  An hour and a half later, I’m exhausted. Rylan calls for the end of our session and sends us all away to get a good night’s rest before another hard day tomorrow. I find Jacinta waiting at the door of the training room, her eyes all seductive as she gazes at Trey who’s finishing his last set with the weights.

  “God, my man is sexy,” she says as I get closer.

  “Oh, geez. Do I need to be worried that you're about to go and jump him with everybody here to watch?” I laugh.

  “Yep,” she grins. “You most certainly do.”

  I roll my eyes and give her a shake of my head. “Are you here for me or Trey?” I ask.

  “Believe it or not, I’m here for you,” she beams, indicating down to the tray of food that lays at her feet. “I thought we could go for a picnic dinner and then head back to our room for an early night because you look exhausted and you’re in desperate need of a shower.”

  “Shut up. I’d love to see how you look after four hours of training,” I say as she picks up the tray and heads for the door with a quick wave to her boyfriend.

  “Yeah…that’s never going to happen.”

  We head out and sit in the long grass of the field and eat our dinner while relaxing in the late afternoon breeze. And just like she said, we head back for the shower I so desperately need and I curl into bed for an early night.

  My head barely touches the pillow before I fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of a particular man pressing me up against the combat room wall.

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  I spend the following week working my ass off. Each day working on turning those weaknesses into strengths while also keeping up on everything else. Rylan pushes me harder and faster in my morning sessions, draining every last ounce of energy I possess. Then after a full day of classes and trying to recuperate, I dive into my afternoon training and push myself to the point of exhaustion all over again.

  I consider Trey my strongest competition, so I take every opportunity I get to go head to head with him. I study his movements and learn as much of his footwork and sequences as possible, though after spending the last few months sparring against Rylan, the best Guard fighter in at least the last two decades, I like to think I’ve got this in the bag.