“They will wake up when they are really needed.” Cheng said.
“What?” I yanked my hand back.
Cheng just chuckled.
“Are you playing with me?” I asked through a huge grin.
“No, they will wake up. But they haven’t for a very long time.”
The idea of the stone dragons coming to life imprinted on my mind. We talked about them. There were four altogether, and they had something to do with the elements of nature. It was very interesting, but it didn’t make much sense to me.
Just before we said goodbye, Cheng asked me if I wanted to come with him this Saturday to Elm. He really wanted to show me the museum of Etan; well actually, it was the Museum of Paegeia, but when the creepers consumed Etan, they changed the name.
Feeling excited about the upcoming trip, I entered the dorm whistling. Sammy and Becky looked at me puzzled.
“What?”I protested.“I really like spending time with Cheng.”
Becky lifted her head from her pedicure.“Elena, he's a geek.”
I shrugged my shoulders.“So, he's the geek that's going to help me pass History.”
Rolling her eyes, she went back to painting her toes. “Just don't fall for Cheng. Lucian is already worried about other guys tutoring you.”
I huffed. “I don't care what Lucian thinks.”
“You two are still fighting?” Sammy asked, sitting on the couch.
I ignored her question. He was the one that didn't want to speak to me.
I skipped running again with him on Wednesday, and I saw him chatting with Dean at one of the tables at breakfast. He didn't even look my way, but I knew he saw me.
I sighed, realizing today was my Art of War lesson with him, and I knew he wasn't going to show up this afternoon.
I found Becky and Sammy sitting alone at a table outside.
“Elena,” Becky said, “You need to speak to him sometime.”
“Why must I─”
“Becky, Master Longwei wants to see us in his office.” George came out of nowhere, interrupting me.
She jumped up, did a quick happy dance, and ran off with him in the direction of the head master’s office.
“I think her saddle just arrived,” Sammy whispered, and I tried to look happy.
“You really should try to make amends, Elena.”
The bell rang before I could tell her to butt out of my business, and I slumped to class.
The day went really fast as I pondered what both of them had said.
Maybe I should try to say I'm sorry. Heaven knows I need his help to master war skills if I want to pass. Not to mention how much I miss him.
I found Lucian at lunch and decided to suck it up and apologize.
“Lucian. I'm sorry about what I said. I don't want to fight with you anymore,” I sulked, hoping it would be enough for him to forget it. It wasn't easy to say those words. Dad was always the one apologizing. Now that I thoughtabout it, he didn’t have a reason to be sorry at all. “If King Albert claimed a Night Villain, then you could claim the Rubicon,” I said, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.
It was a lie.
I didn't believe that he could,but I didn’t want him to think I doubted him.
“Sorry too, Sweetheart,”he said, and pulled me down to sit on the pillow beside him.“I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. I wanted to apologize so many times, but every time I saw you, you looked so upset. It's not very knightly at all to fight with a damsel in distress.”
I giggled and he cupped my face, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Well hopefully, I won't be one anymore in a month's time,” I said.
He smiled. “I still wanted to ask you how your first Latin lesson went.”
I curled my lip.“You mean what kind of a teacher your buddy is,” I whispered. “He's a maniac when it comes to Latin.
He gets a hernia every single time I pronounce one word wrong.”
He grinned. “Latin is like sex to Blake. It has to be perfect.”
“Way too much information.” I blushed and tried to hide my face.
Lucian roared with laughter. "Don't do that. I think I just found my new favorite feature of yours," he teased, and kissed my red cheeks.
“Don't. It's stupid.” I giggled as he kept on kissing me playfully.
“So what, you blush every time someone says sex.”
I blushed again, which made him laugh more.
“Stop that,” I mumbled.
He rested his chin on my shoulder and looked at me through his thick eyelashes, burning his blue eyes into my soul.
“Blake will warm up to you, Elena. He's not the bad guy here.”
“If you tell me he's just confused, I'll kick you,” I threatened.
He just chuckled.
“I'm sure I can fail one subject,” I said hopefully.
“Latin's not one of those subjects,” he said. “You need to speak at least fifty percent by the end of the year.”