cricket chirping.”
Thad straightens but keeps his fingers enfolded around the doorknob. “You think that’s because of …?”
Dash nods, cupping the back of his neck. “But why would she block me?”
“Maybe she wasn’t trying to block you,” Thad offers. “There’s a lot of people in this school who could easily eavesdrop on conversations.”
“What do you mean by blocked ?” I move away from the window as headlights light up the strip of land in front of the school. “Like a witch’s blocking spell? Is Vivianne a witch?”
“No.” Dash stops pacing and looks at me. “But she might’ve gotten a witch to do it for her. Why, though? I mean, I know I don’t like people listening in on my conversations, but I don’t go around getting blocking spells put on me, either.”
“Most people don’t,” I point out. “My aunt’s a witch, and I’ve never had her put one on me. She did put one on my mom and dad for a while, but only when they were working on a secret project.”
Dash taps his bottom lip. “I think I have an idea.” When I open my mouth to ask what the idea is, he places his finger against my lips again. “Nope. Not going to tell you. That way, if I get caught and you get questioned, you can’t be held accountable. The last thing we need is Vivianne having another reason to give you more detention.”
I crinkle my nose. After spending the day locked in Vivianne’s classroom, doing stacks of assignments, and then spending the evening with the janitor scrubbing down toilets, the last thing I want is more detention.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I say. “But you have to promise to tell me what you find out.”
“Sure,” he says, avoiding eye contact.
Yeah, that doesn’t seem too promising. But why doesn’t he want to tell me? And why does it feel like he knows more about this than he’s letting on?
Chapter 3
After Vivianne and the empress drive away, Dash announces we need to do something fun instead of sitting around and worrying. Then he suggests playing spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. That’s when I take things over and pull out a deck of cards.
“Aren’t you just a party pooper?” Dash teases, sitting down on the floor beside me. He crisscrosses his legs and rests back on his hands. “I liked my suggestions better.”
“You don’t have to play cards if you don’t want to,” I tell him, shuffling the deck. “And you could always play your games with Thad.”
Thad starts to sit down but freezes. “Wait. What?”
“She wants to see us kiss.” Dash puckers his lips. “What do you think? Are you in or out?”
Thad rolls his eyes. “Definitely out.” He sinks down beside me, the floor trembling beneath his weight.
Dash slips off his gloves and rolls up his sleeves. “I’ve never played cards before.”
My eyes enlarge. “What the heck, dude? Seriously ?”
He nods. “My mom and dad weren’t really big on letting us play games.”
I tap the side of the deck against the floor, aligning the cards. “Then what did you do for fun?”
He shrugs, unzipping his hoodie. “Train for becoming a Guardian. They were lucky we got marked with the Guardian mark, or all that training would’ve gone to waste.” Sarcasm drips from his tone. “We were so far ahead of our peers when we came here that Jax skipped a lot of the beginner training classes.”
I start dealing the cards. “What about you?”
He rolls up the sleeves of his hoodie. “I took a different route.”
I set the deck down on the floor. “And what route was that?”
“The screw up and disappoint your parents route,” he says casually, as if he is making peace with it. “Every family has to have a screw up, right?”
“I’m the only child, so I wouldn’t know.” I collect my dealt cards from off the floor. “I kind of get where you’re coming from, though. Even though my parents seemed happy I got the Guardian mark, I could tell they were disappointed I wasn’t going