Divided - Book Five in the Fated Saga | Page 7

to work at keeping her jaw from dropping to the floor, while pretending
not to notice.
Jae replied to Darcy's greeting by flipping his hair so that it dangled in between him
and Meghan, then tossing Darcy a sideways sneer.
Meghan tried to catch Jae's eye but he refused her gaze.
What didn't she know? What had happened to make Jae Mochrie and Darcy Scraggs,
two people known to hate each other, act as if they were now friends?
Were they now friends?
Moreover, how would this have happened?
Jae despised Darcy!
Even Daveena seemed confused by Darcy's choice and threw Meghan a look that
said, huh? Really?
Meghan needed to have an in depth conversation with Ivan Crane, preferably,
sooner than later.

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Sunlight beamed through stained glass windows, sending streams of colorful light
dancing over the floor of the classroom in which Colby restlessly sat behind a desk.
His piercingly blue eyes followed the dancing lights, rather than read the next
question on his test.
Jurekai Fazendiin, his father and teacher, cleared his throat from the front of the
room, where he stood, arms folded, austerely overlooking his son’s progress.
“Sorry, Father,” Colby instantly responded, turning his attention back to the test
lying in front of him.
“You only have ten minutes remaining. I suggest… focus.”
Colby tried to focus on the test, but he was much more interested in the dancing
lights as well as voice he was listening to in his mind: the voice of the girl, Meghan
Jacoby. He had successfully been blocking this irritating girl’s voice for weeks, but
suddenly today, he could not seem to tune it out. Irritating or not, her conversations
are way more interesting than world history… And why do I need to learn this stuff?
It’s got nothing to do with magic!
“Five minutes,” his father spoke sternly.
Colby forced Meghan’s voice out of his thoughts and furiously finished his final
answer, finishing with only seconds to spare. When he finished, he stood and handed
the test to his father.
“You can have a seat while I grade it,” Jurekai advised.
“You’re gonna grade it now?” Colby whined.
Jurekai did not reply but with a severe look motioned for Colby to sit.

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He plunked down, realizing he was on a sharp edge. “Sorry, Father,” he said again.
Without looking at his son, his father said, “One of these days, possibly many years
from now, you will understand the meaning behind these lessons, son. But believe me
when I say, I have been around long enough to know that even the seemingly mundane
or useless knowledge will one day prove needed.”
Colby just replied, “Yes, Father,” and waited for his test results. He did not want to
be stuck in this classroom, learning the history of a world he wasn’t a part of, and
many years down the road or not, he could not see what use this knowledge would
ever have to him. He stared blankly into the stained glass walls, watching the light
fade as the sun moved too high to shine directly through.
Stained glass walls now lined nearly every room of the Fazendiin estate, allowing
Fazendiin Jurekai’s mother to move from room to room, along with them, as she
remained imprisoned in the glass.
The colors near the classroom door started to swirl and there was a soft rapping just
outside the door.
“Mother,” Fazendiin spoke softly. “Please enter.”
His mother’s figure then swirled onto the glass where she nodded toward him.
“My son. Someone approaches,” she announced.
Fazendiin threw Colby’s test down and briskly hastened out of the classroom. Colby
let out a sigh of relief, following his father to the front of the house, where they
stepped outside into the crisp autumn air, and toward the front gate; the gate that
required the blood sacrifice to enter.
Only four people had ever entered through that gate: Colby, Colby’s mother (no
longer allowed), his father and the gardener. Just outside of this gate, sitting to the
left, was another building, also cloaked by magic. The location of this building