outshine everyone in her vicinity. She was shy, but forward at the same time, and Calloway admired her confidence. If she hadn’t initiated their first kiss it never would have happened—Calloway was too scared. His initial impression of her was correct—she just made a wrong decision, one that caused her anguish and sadness, but she changed her ways and made the right choice eventually. Now that she wasn’t with Hawk, she seemed happy and carefree. Calloway felt himself smile when he thought of her; he was the source of her happiness. It was obvious that she felt safe with him. He wondered if the New Year’s Eve party made her realize that Calloway could protect her—he almost broke Hawk’s nose.
Calloway had never acted so violently in his life, or lost his temper in such a profound way, but seeing him push Weston sent him to a dark place—unexplored territory. The moment was so heated and intense that Calloway couldn’t remember his thought process. All he knew was that he was mad—furious. There was no doubt that Weston could protect herself and injure Hawk badly, but that was beside the point—no one should ever push her. Calloway wouldn’t tolerate anyone harming her—ever. Calloway felt the anger return when he remembered the sight—he was livid. He would rather die than let someone hurt Weston—die a thousand times. Calloway sighed when he realized the progression of the thoughts and he ended them. He knew If Hawk pushed Beatrice he would react in the same way.
“You aren’t going to see Beatrice today, right?” Breccan asked. He turned around in his seat and looked at his cousin. “We have to decode the Kirin Book so we can use the portal.”
Calloway sighed. “I already said I would see her.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Easton snapped. “You shouldn’t have said yes to begin with. You have other responsibilities, Calloway.”
“I can’t help translate the book anyway,” he said. “I just sit there.”
“But what if another Hara-Kir attacks us and you aren’t there, Calloway? You are the strongest one. We need you.”
Calloway ran his hands through his hair. He was being torn in different directions and he felt his body sever apart. If he wasn’t at school or working in the Headquarters, he was working, and if he wasn’t doing one of those things, he was sleeping. Calloway never had time to do what he wished, not even see Beatrice. “Stay in the car until I arrive. Then we’ll go inside together.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Breccan said. “What about that saying? Bros before—”
“I can’t believe you’re choosing her over your friends, Calloway,” Easton said. “I am seriously disappointed in you.”
“It’s not like that,” Calloway snapped. “I’m just going to get lunch with her—that’s it. You seriously can’t survive without me for an hour? You’re the one being unreasonable, Easton.”
Easton shook her head but didn’t speak. When they arrived at school a few moments later, she parked the car in her usual spot then walked toward the building without speaking to Calloway. Breccan followed behind her, and Calloway watched them go with a saddened expression. Calloway progressed to the campus and saw Beatrice standing on the sidewalk but she didn’t smile when she saw Calloway.
“Hey,” he said. Easton disappeared into the classroom building without a backward glance, and Calloway knew how angry she was just by watching her. He turned back to Beatrice.
Beatrice stared at him for a moment. “Hi,” she said dully. She turned her gaze to the students walking by and avoided his look. It was like she was feigning boredom, wishing she were with better company
Calloway knew something was bothering her. She wasn’t smiling like she usually was and her frame was tense. It reminded him of Easton. When she was angry she became quiet until she couldn’t bottle her anger further. Then her ferocity spilled forth with hateful words and insults.
Calloway had never acted so violently in his life, or lost his temper in such a profound way, but seeing him push Weston sent him to a dark place—unexplored territory. The moment was so heated and intense that Calloway couldn’t remember his thought process. All he knew was that he was mad—furious. There was no doubt that Weston could protect herself and injure Hawk badly, but that was beside the point—no one should ever push her. Calloway wouldn’t tolerate anyone harming her—ever. Calloway felt the anger return when he remembered the sight—he was livid. He would rather die than let someone hurt Weston—die a thousand times. Calloway sighed when he realized the progression of the thoughts and he ended them. He knew If Hawk pushed Beatrice he would react in the same way.
“You aren’t going to see Beatrice today, right?” Breccan asked. He turned around in his seat and looked at his cousin. “We have to decode the Kirin Book so we can use the portal.”
Calloway sighed. “I already said I would see her.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Easton snapped. “You shouldn’t have said yes to begin with. You have other responsibilities, Calloway.”
“I can’t help translate the book anyway,” he said. “I just sit there.”
“But what if another Hara-Kir attacks us and you aren’t there, Calloway? You are the strongest one. We need you.”
Calloway ran his hands through his hair. He was being torn in different directions and he felt his body sever apart. If he wasn’t at school or working in the Headquarters, he was working, and if he wasn’t doing one of those things, he was sleeping. Calloway never had time to do what he wished, not even see Beatrice. “Stay in the car until I arrive. Then we’ll go inside together.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Breccan said. “What about that saying? Bros before—”
“I can’t believe you’re choosing her over your friends, Calloway,” Easton said. “I am seriously disappointed in you.”
“It’s not like that,” Calloway snapped. “I’m just going to get lunch with her—that’s it. You seriously can’t survive without me for an hour? You’re the one being unreasonable, Easton.”
Easton shook her head but didn’t speak. When they arrived at school a few moments later, she parked the car in her usual spot then walked toward the building without speaking to Calloway. Breccan followed behind her, and Calloway watched them go with a saddened expression. Calloway progressed to the campus and saw Beatrice standing on the sidewalk but she didn’t smile when she saw Calloway.
“Hey,” he said. Easton disappeared into the classroom building without a backward glance, and Calloway knew how angry she was just by watching her. He turned back to Beatrice.
Beatrice stared at him for a moment. “Hi,” she said dully. She turned her gaze to the students walking by and avoided his look. It was like she was feigning boredom, wishing she were with better company
Calloway knew something was bothering her. She wasn’t smiling like she usually was and her frame was tense. It reminded him of Easton. When she was angry she became quiet until she couldn’t bottle her anger further. Then her ferocity spilled forth with hateful words and insults.
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