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  I zone out on the next few fights, just waiting for the examinations to be over, though, I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Rylan’s last fight as he easily took down Luke. Very comical if you ask me. It’s not long after that we are all excused and I hastily make my exit. I spend about an hour chatting with Mum and Millie before heading straight for my dorm room to collapse on my bed as exhaustions takes over.

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  Jacinta comes barrelling into our room. “What the hell are you doing still sleeping?” she screeches, startling me out of my afternoon nap.

  “Go away,” I curse, burying my head deeper into my pillow.

  “Nu-uh, no way,” she says with attitude. “The dance starts in one hour, I’ve let you sleep the afternoon away but now it’s time to get sexy,” Damn it. I had forgotten about The Guard Annual Dance in all the excitement, which really is just going to be a big show of how much money The Guard has and some over the top announcement of our rankings, rather than just posting it on the electives notice board, like everything else.

  “No,” I groan, but she clearly doesn’t take it seriously as she grabs my leg and starts to drag me from my bed. I hit the floor with a thump and let out another groan as all my muscles protest at the movement.

  “Oh good, you’re up,” she smiles, throwing me a brown paper bag. It hits me in my face and drops into my lap. “I figured now that you’ve finished mid-terms you can splurge a little,” she says as I open the bag to find my favourite large chocolate muffin and I silently thank the heavens above.

  “You’re a cow,” I whine as I get to my feet and head over to our small kitchenette and put my muffin in the microwave as the only way to eat a muffin is slightly warmed. “Thank you,” I grumble as an afterthought.

  “I know, I know, take your exhausted, bad mood out on the one person who is actually trying to look out for you,” she murmurs, rifling through my closet. “Uh huh,” she squeals with excitement as she pulls out a sexy black dress. “Throw this bad boy on with your knee high black heels then come out here and I’ll do your hair and makeup.”

  I groan once again as I annihilate my muffin and grab the dress. I head into the bathroom and strip down, catching sight of my body in the mirror and take note of all my injuries, the nastiest, apart from my rope burns, being the deep purple one that now lays across my ribs, courtesy of Rylan. Though, I will take that knowledge with me to the grave.

  I widen my perspective, taking in the whole image and decide the only thing for me right now, is a shower. I jump in and quickly wash my long hair, basking in the joy of the scalding water running down my back. I hop out, towel dry my hair and squeeze into my little black dress.

  A half hour later after my hair is blown out, my makeup fresh and smoky, knee high boots on and sexy dress working wonders for my cleavage. I am finally ready to go. “Yep, you’re going to have Rylan drooling and breaking all sorts of rules tonight,” Jacinta says as she reapplies her lip gloss, pushes up her boobs and grabs my hand, hauling me out the door as I giggle behind her.

  We make our way across campus, where we meet a very handsome looking Trey. “Whoa,” he whispers in a low tone taking in Jacinta’s red, curve-hugging dress and black F-me heels. “You are one sexy lady,” he says in a seductive tone.

  “What happened to Daniel?” Jacinta asks him as she takes control of the blush that has crept over her face.

  “Nora dug her claws in deep for tonight,” he says with a shudder as we head off towards the great hall.

  We walk through the doors to find the room, completely over the top. Set up with tables and decorations, there is a massive dance floor in the centre of the room and the lights have been dimmed to create a party atmosphere. The room is packed with bodies as the whole senior class lingers around.

  Trey breaks off as one of his friends call him over to discuss his epic win over me yesterday, leaving Jacinta and I to dive further into the room. We push through the scattered seniors towards the drinks table. I hear my name whispered on the voices of my fellow classmates as I make my way through.

  “Looks like you’re the new school celebrity,” Jacinta says as we finally reach the table. I groan at her comments as I grab a cup and scoop some punch into mine, then hers. Jacinta shuffles me away from the table and hides me in a corner, digging a small bottle of vodka from her purse and begins to pour a shot into each of our cups.

  “What the hell has happened to my good Jacinta tonight?” I ask in shock.

  “What,” she says with a smirk. “I’ve just finished mid-terms too, I want to let loose.”

  I shake my head at her and lift my drink to my lips, taking a long, well-deserved drink. Jacinta drags me onto the dance floor as my phone vibrates in my purse. I pull it out and quickly scan the message from Rylan.

  Rylan - You look amazing!

  Heat floods my cheeks, I go to glance up to find him in this busy room as another text comes through, forcing my eyes back down to the small screen.

  Rylan - I know what you’re drinking…

  Rylan - Don’t get caught.

  A grin spreads over my face and this time I finally glance up and immediately find his intense eyes locked on mine from across the room. I intentionally take another sip of my drink and watch as he shakes his head in exasperation and struggles to keep the grin off his face.

  Jacinta grabs hold of my hand once more and pulls me the rest of the way onto the dance floor and immediately starts shaking her ass. We dance together for ages and I make sure I put on a good show for my man. Before long, Trey and Daniel come and join us and we dance the night away. What feels like a lifetime later, my third drink is empty, Daniel has ditched us to dirty dance with Nora and Trey and Jacinta are playing hockey with their tonsils.

  I make my way across the floor to grab myself a glass of water and am suddenly pulled aside into a small supply room, with Rylan holding me up against the back of the door.

  He runs his nose along the length of my neck, his breath bringing shivers to my skin. “Did I mention how amazing you look?” he groans.

  “Yes, but you can tell me again,” I whisper as my hands begin roaming over his strong torso.

  “God, this is so stupid, anybody could catch us here but I couldn’t resist, I had to have my hands on you. Watching you dance like that, then Daniel rubbing up against you, was enough to drive me insane,” he admits.

  I grin at his admission. “Feeling a little territorial?”

  He raises his head from my neck and looks me deep in the eye. “Always.”

  “You know there’s nothing to worry about with Daniel, right? He only does it to get a rise out of you,” I grin.

  “I know. It worked,” he admits with a groan.

  I loop my arms up around his neck and bring his lips down to mine, giving him the most passionate kiss I am capable of. “Better?” I ask when we finally break apart.

  “No, not until we're out of The Academy and I can really be with you,” he says.

  “6 months down, 6 to go.”

  “Mmhmm,” he groans as he returns to work on my neck, forcing a moan from my lips.

  I eventually sneak out of the supply closet, thankful not to get caught and make my way to find my table. I glance down at my name card and the ones surrounding it and realise this just won’t do. I pick up the few name cards surrounding my own and go in search for three certain names. Fifteen minutes later I sit at a table next to Daniel and Jacinta, with Trey on her other side. Perfect.

  The music dies down and a spotlight suddenly appears on Ms. Peterson, who is standing behind a small altar in the middle of the stage. She starts rambling about what a marvellous week we have had and how everyone has done exceptionally well in their mid-terms and I take this opportunity to zone out.

  Jacinta suddenly squeezes my hand under the table and I glance up at the stage to notice Ms. Peterson indicating towards a table filled with what must be The Guard council members and realise this must be when the rankings are revealed.
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br />   “Please make welcomed Mr. Jackson Lewis, High Council member of The Guard, who has made this wonderful night possible,” The room erupts into applause as an older gentleman with thick silver hair in a dark suit makes his way up to the stage.

  “Ah, my beautiful children of The Guard, what a pleasure it is to stand here before you tonight,” he gushes. “I not only speak for myself but the entire council when I say that The Guard have been blown away by your amazing efforts in your mid-term examinations. Now, I will keep this short. I’m sure you’ve already figured out what my role here tonight is and I am sure you are all extremely curious about the results that I hold here in my hand,” he says, holding up a thick, golden envelope.

  “So, let’s get this show on the road,” he all but cheers as a projector screen lowers down behind him. “Let us begin with the current rankings for Alchemy Studies.” He grabs a remote and with a quick flick of a finger the screen lights up with the current standings for the Alchemy elective. “Congratulations to Mr. Adam Nelson, who is currently in the top ranking of this elective.” The room erupts into applause and quickly quietens down as Jackson continues on with the Vampire Studies, followed by the Werewolf Studies.

  I find Jacinta’s hand under the table once again and lace my fingers through hers, knowing this moment would be causing havoc on her nerves. “Alright, moving right along,” Jackson announces looking down at his notes “Ah, Fairy Enchantment Defensive Skills, better known as FEDS. This one was close, separating first and second rankings by only one point,” he pauses for dramatics as Jacinta squeezes the life out of my hand. He flicks the button on the remote, lighting up the screen. “Congratulations Miss Jacinta Cooper, you have achieved the current top ranking.”

  Jacinta squeals besides me, absolute joy lighting up her beautiful face. Trey leans over and gives her the sloppiest kiss then she reaches over to give me the tightest hug, narrowly missing my bruised ribs. She looks back towards the screen studying the ranking of her classmates, giving a small scowl at the second rank being Nora.

  “Okay, Okay, everybody calm down,” he says. “Now, is the moment we have all been waiting for. The current Combat rankings. As you are all aware, a lot more goes into the efforts for determining the ranking of the Combat students. Unlike the rest of you who have completed a written exam early in the week. The students of the combat class have quite literally fought for it. Their ranking comes from a combination of their written exam, a target exam, their classmate fights and their weaponry skills fight,” My legs shake under the table as nerves shoot through me.

  “This year, we have one student whose efforts have greatly stood out from the rest, achieving the highest target accuracy The Guard has ever witnessed. Showcased a high level of weaponry skills during combat and whose overall combat skills have blown away the thousands of spectators who witnessed the performance. Congratulations Miss Bianca Moore on your current top ranking.”

  I think my jaw quite literally drops and hits the table. Jackson hits the magic button and I see the list appear before me.

  1. Bianca Moore

  2. Trey Carter

  3. Tom Parker

  4. Luke Watson

  5. Daniel Wilson

  6. Eric Hart

  7. Alex Doyle

  8. Simon Phillips

  9. Cameron Grace

  10. Jack Meyer

  “Holy Shit,” I whisper under my breath as the shock begins to register. Jacinta squeals in my ear, pulling me up out of my chair and jumping up and down as she hugs me close.

  “Oh my god, B. You actually did it,” she practically sings. “You kicked all of those boys’ asses, including Rylan’s.”

  Daniel wraps his strong arms around us. “Congratulation, Pretty Girl,” he smiles. “You earned it.”

  I wriggle out of Jacinta and Daniels holds and face Trey, who has a major grin on his face. “I thought for sure you were going to be first,” I tell him.

  He throws his arms around me. “No way, the moment I saw your target skills at the beginning of the year, I knew you would kick my ass. Not to mention, the way you slayed Rylan today, was basically a guaranteed top ranking. That man is like a machine.” Don’t I know it.

  I let out a relieved laugh and squeeze him tighter. “Thanks,” I say to my small group of friends. I glance across the room to Rylan and as if sensing my gaze, swirls his eyes to meet mine. He sends me a discreet wink and the briefest nod before returning his attention back to his table, who by the looks of it are congratulating him on his training plan, or for probably being able to transform a train wreck like me into the top ranking student in his program.

  The room around us fills with mindless chatter as Jackson leaves the stage, motioning for the festivities to begin. A line of waiters all dressed in black penguin suits comes filing through the back door, holding trays upon trays of food and plonking a plate down in front of each of us.

  Two dinners and three deserts later, the music changes from the easy listening dinner music to the loud party music once again. Jacinta and I look at each other motioning for the dance floor. As she grabs my hand, a tall dark and handsome figure appears at the table. “Bianca,” Rylan says, in his usual stern instructor tone. “Follow me. Your presence has been requested by the High Council members.”

  Chapter 6

  I walk alongside Rylan as he leads me toward the Academy’s meeting rooms within the administration building.

  “What’s this about?” I ask nervously.

  He glances towards me and lets out a breath. “I have no idea,” he says with a scowl. “But nothing good has ever come from a meeting with The Council.”

  “Great,” I mutter under my breath, wishing I could head back to the happy bliss of the party.

  He suddenly stops and turns towards me, placing both hands on my shoulders, demanding my whole attention. “Just know that whatever they want from you, there is always an ulterior motive behind it, so before you agree to anything they might be offering you, just try and figure out what that motive is,” he says, removing his hands and starting up again.

  Following quietly beside him trying to figure out what these guys could possibly want from me, after all, I’m only 18 and I haven’t even graduated yet.

  “Bianca,” Rylan says, bringing me out of my thoughts. “I know you’re a bit of a loose cannon, so please try to not say anything you’ll regret. These assholes quite literally hold your future in their hands.”

  Oh great. Send Bianca into a situation where she would have to watch her mouth, might as well throw me into the fiery pits of Hell. That would be easier.

  “So, you didn’t really seem surprised when I got the top ranking,” I state curiously, trying to keep my mind at ease.

  “I wasn’t,” he says as if it was a ridiculous thing to say. “You said you wanted to be ranked first and I knew you wouldn’t stop fighting until you got it, which is exactly what you did. It was never a question of who would be ranked first, but when you would be ranked first.” A wide smile comes over me as warmth fills my heart at his display of faith in me.

  “Jackson mentioned something about me having the highest target accuracy on record. That couldn’t be right though, I thought you held the record?” I ask.

  He lets out a low groan. “Yes, I did hold the record. That is until you beat it on Monday. I graduated with a 97% accuracy, you just received 98%. But remember, that was five years ago, I’ve had a lot of practice since then,” he smirks.

  “Is that a challenge?” I ask.

  “Sure is,” he says, a twinkle in his gold speckled eyes.

  “You’re on.”

  We come closer to the room where I will be meeting with the High Council when a loud booming voice echoes from the other side of the door. “We have to do something. The Fey needs to know The Guard holds the power here. I say a show of force. We send the front lines in to put them down like the dirt they are. Cut our losses. What does it matter, we can replace the front lines with the likes of Bianca Moore.�
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  Rylan tenses at the man’s voice, trying to make meaning of his words. “No way. Sending our people into their Kingdom is a suicide mission for the whole front line, I won’t allow it,” another voice argues.

  “It will be the dark war all over again. Our people will be slaughtered. We can’t allow this to happen,” a third male states in agreeance with the second.

  Rylan gazes down at me, his eyebrows drawn together. “What the hell?” I mouth, only to get a shake of his head to ensure my silence.

  “I say we send our front line in, we need to neutralise the threat before it is too late,” the original booming voice responds.

  At that, Rylan decides he has heard enough and lightly raps on the door to acknowledge our presence. After a short wait, the door is opened and Jackson Lewis stands before me. “Ah, young Bianca Moore,” he coos. “I’m so glad you have joined us this evening,” he says, as if I had a choice, then turns towards Rylan. “Thank you, Rylan. You may be excused.”

  Rylan gives a curt nod then turns to face me. He sends me a warning look before turning completely away and heading back down the hall. Panic surges through me, right down to my bones at the thought of being alone in a room with these men. “Do join us,” Jackson says, gesturing to an empty chair at the table.

  I hastily make my way into the room and take my seat opposite the men. Jackson shuts the door behind me, sending the room into the loudest silence I have ever heard. “Bianca, please let me introduce you to my colleagues,” Jackson says gesturing to the two other men in the room. “This here is Alistair,” he says motioning to a broad-chested male, who looks as though he could have served time in the Front Lines at one stage of his life. Alistair sends me a polite nod and mentions that I should call him Ali instead.

  “And this here is Marcus,” Jackson says indicating to the scrawny, dark-haired man with a scowl on his face, who might I mention does not offer me the polite nod that I received from his colleague.