Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: 249. Dinner From Hell II

Maisie

Mercer glared at Soren. "Those creatures attack everywhere else but avoid Greymoor like the fucking plague. There have been no attacks on the Ridge, either. Those students are safer at the Academy, and you know it."

I paused, listening more closely now.

"The Council is considering marking the Ridge a second safe zone," Soren changed the topic, twirling his glass of wine. "But trying to figure out why it’s a safe zone to create more safe zones has been futile. History texts are being drawn from all over. The scholars can’t find a single thing. Or what ties the Ridge to the school."

I choked on the juice as it hit me. They were both sacred grounds!

Every head on the table snapped my way.

"Care to add to our speculations, Adams?" Mercer asked.

I opened my mouth. Thought about all the things I could say. How to say it right. Realized I couldn’t. I had a theory, but I couldn’t let them in on it, not without spilling why and how I knew.

I needed to help them figure it out... indirectly.

"No. Nothing," I said quickly.

"It is curious that on your first day back here, we get the first wave of attack so close to the Academy," Jericho murmured.

"What? You think I used some kind of voodoo to summon it there?" I asked with as much incredulity as I could, and Jericho contemplated it for a second before shaking his head and dismissing it, like the thought was too crazy to dwell on.

Soren straightened in his seat, setting down his wine glass. "On a much brighter note," his eyes found mine. "We made you something. A present befitting the occasion."

I paused. "What occasion?"

Quinlan’s chin rested on his fist, and something about his smile gave me the creeps. "It’s our wedding anniversary, cherie."

My stomach dropped. It was? How could I have forgotten about that? Shit. I felt like shit. Absolute, fucking shit.

Soren waved a man I hadn’t noticed before by the door over. "We had plans for something grander months ago, but we figured since you didn’t like being leashed to us, it would make you uncomfortable. So, we got you something we’re sure you’ll appreciate a lot more."

The man was a human, tall and wiry looking. In his hand was a red cushion and a small velvet box sat on it.

Soren nodded once at him, and the man lowered the cushion.

"This is Arthur," Soren said. "A permanent jewelry specialist."

My brows furrowed in confusion. What did that mean?

The specialist, Arthur, lifted the velvet box and opened it in front of me. And I gasped at the sight of it, tears brimming in my eyes.

One of the first things I’d looked for when I woke up at the hospital was the ring Soren had given me. When I found out I’d lost it too, another part of me broke.

But there it sat in the box. It looked a little different, with the engraved initials on it S. J. M. Q and the tiny space in the band, but I recognized it. I would with my eyes closed, the number of times I ran my thumb over it to calm myself in the days I was half-convinced I was losing my mind.

"This is..." My voice cracked.

"My mother’s ring," Soren said.

He was standing behind me now. I hadn’t noticed him getting up. His hands rested on my shoulder and his voice was dark and smooth as silk against my ear. "We had it refashioned, love, just for you."

Only then did I notice the small black case the specialist was setting up on the table. My mind began spinning, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"W-what are you..."

The specialist lifted a strange tool, the size of a thick pen connected by a thin cord to a compact black unit on the table.

At its tip was a fine metal point.

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