Nurse Flynn dipped into a curtsy and left the classroom.
Logan sauntered over to Shay. “Let’s take a walk.”
Shay slowly rose to his feet. “What the hell just happened?”
“Mr. Selby is epileptic. It’s a shame, really. He’s a fine teacher,” Logan replied, the hand that he still held behind him jerking rapidly in odd flickers of his fingers.
Shay’s eyelids fluttered as Logan smiled, sliding his arm around the boy’s shoulders. He drew our new classmate, who stumbled forward in a near stupor, toward the door.
“I’ll give you a ride home. I’m sure Bosque is eager to hear about your first day at our school.”
The two boys walked away. Logan turned once and flashed a smile at the Guardians, who were now the sole occupants of the classroom.
Ren leapt to his feet and swore. “What was that?”
I thought about standing but decided against it. My limbs seemed to have transformed into Jell-O. Ren’s gaze moved over my face. He crouched beside my desk, folding my shaking hands in his own.
“Calla,” he said. “Are you all right?”
I pulled out of his grasp. “His uncle. Logan said Shay’s uncle is a Regent. That’s just not possible. God, Ren. Why would the Keepers have anything to do with a human boy? Who is Bosque?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never heard of them adopting a human. If that’s even the right word.” Ren shoved his hands in his pockets. “Efron hasn’t said anything about it. At least not to me.”
“And what happened to Mr. Selby?” Dax wandered over to Ren’s side. “I didn’t know he was epileptic.”
“When did you all become idiots?” Sabine’s voice was jagged as broken glass. “He isn’t epileptic. You know the phrase that stupid boy kept repeating is forbidden. He triggered one of the Keepers’ spells. Selby was being punished for discussing a censored subject. The Keepers don’t tolerate such behavior.”
Dax turned toward her. “So no ambulance?”
“A doctor couldn’t do anything for him,” she said. “Flynn’s obviously the spellwarder at our school. Don’t you know anything?”
She stood up and, with a final withering glare, flipped her long hair and strode from the classroom.
SIX
“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS.” I PULLED THE corset from Bryn’s hands. The velvet slid enticingly over my fingers, but I cringed at the thought of wearing it in public.
“Brutal truth time.” She walked to my closet and began shuffling through clothes. “You own nothing that will work. Just pretend it’s Halloween.”
“Yeah, that makes me feel much better.” I turned toward the mirror and held the corset against my body. “And who knows what I’ll be wearing on that day.
”
Bryn shut my closet door, cutting off all fashion escape routes. “Since it’s up to Naomi, probably something with puffed sleeves.”
“Ugh. I can’t think about the union now.” I handed the corset back to her.
“You’ll look amazing tonight at least,” she said. “Get out of that shirt so we can get you into this.”
I looked her up and down. She was striking in her formfitting black satin dress and brass-buckled combat boots.
“You’re sure about this?” I sighed.
She bobbed her head with a little too much enthusiasm. “You have to look fierce, Cal. You’re our alpha. Make an impression.”
“Fine. I’ll wear it. But only with a jacket,” I said. “And I’m still wearing my jeans.”
Bryn frowned for a moment but then shrugged. “I guess that works. Suit yourself.”
She sat on the bed while I stripped off my T-shirt and bra and wiggled into the corset.
“I’ll lace it up,” Bryn said. “Just tell me when you can’t breathe.”
“Great,” I said.
“Say uncle!” She jerked the stays.
“That’s tight enough!” I choked, glancing down. Oh my God.
“I’d kill for your boobs,” Bryn said to my reflection.
I snatched my leather jacket from the back of a chair, pulling it tight around my body.
“I didn’t have these boobs until you cinched it up.”
She laughed. “Ren’s going to turn inside out when he sees you.”
“Stop.”
“Well, that’s the point, isn’t it?”
I didn’t answer. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. The union was getting so close. I wanted him to want me, even if we couldn’t act on it.
She was quiet for a minute. “He hasn’t bothered you again, has he?”
“I wouldn’t say he’s bothering me,” I mused. “Ren’s just being Ren.”
“I wasn’t talking about Ren.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “No. Nothing else. He hasn’t tried to talk to me since Logan pulled him out of Big Ideas.” I fiddled with the embroidery on the corset’s hem, thinking about how I wished he would try, even if I shouldn’t want him to.
“And Mr. Selby?”
“Back in class like nothing happened.”
“Well, maybe everything will get back to normal now.” She smiled.