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‘Would you just let go!?’ I hissed at him when he released his grip round my jaw. I was absolutely furious - where did Blake get off dragging me around like that?

‘But Evee - we have to talk.’ I struggled harder, disliking the cliché. Finally, I managed to pull away, although he kept his grip on my upper arm. ‘We do, you silly girl. I tried to ( Read more... )

The bats just gaped at me, jaws too near their shoulders to form words. Unlike Letha.

“EVEE!” she screeched, and I found myself swamped in the oil spill of chatter that just falls out of my best friend’s mouth sometimes. Verbal diarrhoea, I think the technical term is.

“Where have you been? And what’s going on? What did you do? Why are you only ( Read more... )

I dozed fitfully, one ear open for a knock at the window. I’d spent ages locked in the bathroom tonight, pretending to be sick, with Lexy ‘holding my hair’. In actuality, we were prepping me for my ‘assignation’ as she put it; hair, ‘no’ make-up, nice knickers under my shapeless nightie - as Lexy said, even if there will just be kissing (like she ( Read more... )

“No, Lexy, I really don’t feel too good. I think I might just go to bed now.” We were filing out of prep, handing our scrolls to Miss Spry, who luckily looked concerned and asked after my health. Like I was going to be ill all day from Venexia’s blow. But I needed to convince Lexy to leave the window open tonight, and if I got away early, I could ( Read more... )

“Blakey-boy never told you the story?” Dorian smiled. I shook my head. He was still holding me, and I didn’t trust my voice. “This is my owl. I caught her in the woods in my fourth year, but a few weeks later realised there was no way I could keep her in my dorm. She ate constantly, not only what she could hunt, but rampaging round the kitchen ( Read more... )

I told Mr Phillips very firmly that Blake was my best friend, but nothing more than that. I prayed he somehow wouldn’t see my flame red cheeks.

“Well, anyway, do you think you could do a canvas painting without losing the emotion here? There’s a selection next month to replace that picture in the Great Hall that was… ahem... burned… so tragically ( Read more... )

In which our heroine finds herself under attack, and both blood and conclusions are drawn.

( Chapter Three is one of my favourites... )

The first part of Blake’s plan involved us entering, and winning the talent show on the 19th. Auditions were on Sunday, so that gave us a grand total of 36 hours to find or write a song, and practise it enough to impress Headmistress Hackleberry. Blake has an extraordinary knowledge of human pop music, and Lexy and I have always hung off his ( Read more... )

Devil, I wish he wouldn’t keep doing that! - I thought as I dressed. The uniform rule is anything as long as it’s black - I’m not sure why the school feels the need to regulate our nightwear but not our normal state of dress. I found a reasonably crease-free shirt in Lexy’s cupboard and buttoned it over my favourite skirt, then added knee-length ( Read more... )