Enid cooked and I talked her ears off. She didn't say anything the entire time. It helped. The words flowed unfettered. She kept her facial expressions neutral the entire time, and all the way throughout the meal. By the time we finished eating, I finished telling her every little dirty secret Mason and I had. Including our encounter from the previous night where he confessed that he would marry Ava in seven months. I wouldn't put it past him to set the wedding day on my birthday, just to drive the knife that he plunged into my heart all the way to the hilt. Because my birthday also meant our first night together.
He wanted to erase me from his life, and that was his way of doing it. Bastard.
Enid exhales heavily and looks me in the eyes, trying to make sense of the mess, even though I struggle sometimes to make sense of it, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still in it.
" It sounds complicated. I suppose he failed to mention the journals he found in Hector in Anika's office in Baranstein," He failed to mention those. That would explain how he knew about me, that explains how he knew about the spell my mother had placed on us and how to bring it out to light. Secretive bastard.
" For how long has he had them?" Enid nibbles on her lips, thinking.
" I believe it has been before you disappeared. I know he took a trip to see Mr Perry. All your parent's office belongings have been placed in his care since they contained information on the companies they worked for. It is the only thing that makes sense," She says quietly. And I find myself in need to speak with him once more. Not that I'm keen to see him again after our little conversation the other night.
" I'll go and see him tonight," I would have to break the rules once more. Was it worth the risk? Yes. Because it was the only way to get him to speak with me or acknowledge my existence.
Enid pats me on the hand and looks outside, twilight is slowly settling in and I know she would have to leave pretty soon.
" You should go home. Laira and David will take you back," Enid nods and stands up. She doesn't bat an eye at my curt tone, because she already knows I'm seething but it doesn't matter anymore. I need to know what is in those journals.
" Does he know you are here?" Enid shakes her head as a no. Enid is a grown woman she doesn't need his permission to leave the house or to tell him where she is going.
" He will know that I've been here when you ask for the journals. No one else knows of that trip except for me. He drove there. He didn't have Adam with him," I didn't want to get Enid in trouble. Although, I find it hard to believe that Mason would even stand a chance against Enid if need be.
" Is it alright with you if I speak to him about it?" I find myself in the need to ask permission, and Enid nods in agreement.
" The damage has been done. We do whatever we can to mend. It will take time," I'm not sure what she is speaking of, but my foolish heart has other ideas and a glimmer of hope sparks to life. I quickly stomp on it, I can't afford to be stupid enough and allow it to cloud my judgment.
" I don't think it is possible. He seems dead set on marrying Ava," As soon as those words leave my lips I find it hard to breathe in and out, as if an invisible force is choking the life out of me.
" He can't even stand Ava. He may be fooling himself but that is pretty much everyone," Enid chuckles, and I hug her tight to my chest. A fool will always be a fool.
" Thank you, Enid," I mumble in the crook of her neck and she pats me on the back in a show of solidarity that I can't help but appreciate.
" You are my little girl after all," I find comfort in those words. He may be blinded by his anger but no matter how much I try to suffocate the hope blooming in my chest it still does hearing Enid say those words.
Enid slowly pulls away and we both make our way out of the room only to find Laira and David in the room across the hall. Which appears to be Frederik's room with a K. God, I hate that guy.
They say their goodbyes, Frederik nods at me in greeting, and I manage a small wave. It was an effort to be polite.
We all make our way out of the dormitories at a slow pace. On the way up, the steep stairs don't pose much of a challenge but on the way down is a different matter. One wrong step and we could all end up in a pile at the bottom of the stairs.
When we finally reach down, I say my goodbyes to Enid and give my thanks to Laira and David. All three climb in the car and head off the academy grounds to take Enid home.
I thought she would be more disturbed or horrified by my story. Afraid of me. But she seemed to have taken it pretty well. Better than most, anyway.
I head back to my room to change my clothes and make full use of the cover of the gloomy weather and the early darkness.
I'm dog tired but my body doesn't seem to notice as I move about the room faster than I thought it could be possible considering my current state. It wasn't a great one. One glance in the mirror and I realise that I look absolutely awful. My hair hasn't fully dried and the bags under my eyes make me look like I've recently been punched in the face.
I hadn't. The V'asay that attacked me the night before only managed to tackle me to the ground because I was on the verge of losing my mind. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made it close enough to touch me.
And they know this, that's why they attack so randomly. They know they wouldn't stand a chance otherwise.
After I'm done fixing myself, I look somewhat presentable, I almost resemble a human being, not a ghost that has come to haunt everyone from beyond the grave. A hypothetical grave, because I never died. I swallow a curse and begin to crawl my way to the roof.
By the time I climbed on the roof, night had set in, in all its glory. Once again the weather favoured me. The sky is heavy with clouds and I know by the time I reach Mason I will most likely be soaked. It doesn't matter. I need those journals.
Following the same route, half on foot and half through the trees I find myself on the outskirts of Morston.
It doesn't take me long to find him following the energy that binds us. This time he wasn't at home. By all accounts, it is still early in the day.