Return Once More by Trisha Leigh Page B

the tracking comp needed a reset. Or maybe their assignment had changed for some reason, even if the Mongol invasions weren’t typical training observations—not high-profile enough, and far too broad in subject matter—and while the Mongols were an impressive civilization, there was nothing significant about how they conquered the Eastern world. At least, not that I could recall.
    Before I could turn in an electronic request to reset the comp or sate my curiosity about what Oz might or might not be up to, the doors to the Archives whooshed open, spilling warmer air into the cool space and distracting me from my thoughts. I looked up to find Zeke and his deep purple Elder robes sweeping inside, the Historian emblem on his breast glittering gold under the harsh fluorescent lights.
    Surprise turned quickly to suspicion in his steely dark gaze. “What are you doing in here, Miss Vespasian?”

Chapter Five
    His eyes narrowed to slits, and my mouth went dry. He closed his eyes briefly, and I knew he was asking the brain stem tat to give him my schedule. “You’re supposed to be in … Research, are you not?”
    Instinct said to lie, but he could bust me with a few punches into the table comp. “I got my Companion card and was curious. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
    â€œSee that it doesn’t. Run along.”
    I escaped out the hatch behind him, my fast steps betraying my nerves. His black gaze followed me, pricking sweat between my shoulder blades until I turned a corner and dropped from his line of sight. I stopped, pressing a palm to the wall of the cold, stainless steel corridor until my heart slowed to a normal pace.
    Ezekiel was the unofficial leader of the Elders and the head of our Academy. After studying the past for clues, collective humanity decided no one person should hold power, and that went for the Elders as well. But everyone listened to Zeke.
Everyone.
Even though he never treated us poorly or sanctioned us more harshly than required, he scared the pants off me, a chemical and physical reaction I’m sure my bio stats reflected and catalogued. He had the same effect on Analeigh and Sarah. And before Jess, Levi, and Peyton split off into their own clique when we were twelve, they had felt the same, too. Oz never mentioned it. He never mentioned much of anything, though, so it was hard to tell whether that meant anything.
    I felt sorry for Sarah for getting stuck with him even if she did get to be the one in ten million who experienced true love. If Oz’s name had showed up on my card … Well, it wouldn’t have been a happy day no matter how intense his gray eyes were behind those glasses. I didn’t know if he liked me, or anyone, for that matter. He was probably the best student in our class, giving Analeigh a run for her money both in that department and the seriousness one.
    The empty hallways whispered back the sound of my slippered footsteps. I followed twists and turns by memory, nothing on the bare walls to guide me down a correct path, and when the doors to the Research Lab whooshed open, Analeigh’s shoulders slumped with relief.
    â€œOh, thank the System you’re back. I was worried.”
    I smiled, hoping to hide the remnants of nerves slicking my forehead with sweat. “Worried you’d have to lie if someone came looking for me, you mean?”
    â€œMaybe.” She gave me a sheepish grin. “You know I can’t lie.”
    It was true. Her face and neck got these impressive, bright red blotches when she tried. It was why I hadn’t told her about finding Jonah’s cuff, at least not yet. If I did decide to use it—
if
—she couldn’t be involved. It had to be my secret.
    â€œDid you find anything?”
    Discussing Caesarion held little appeal, and there wasn’t much to tell, anyway. I shrugged and joined her in one of the circular booths. A screen sat atop a waist-high