Fallen Stars

Chapter 28

TYGRON

"The sun's going down and they haven't returned. Where are they?" Shayne spoke in concern, glancing through the window after pacing near the door back and forth.

A loud periodic noise was coming off from the other room, the repetitive slamming of a hammer on wood. It was Sergei fixing up the large hole in the wall of my room while I continued to rest here in Cathera's room.

"Well, on another thought. D'you think they'd get along?" Sergei yelled while the hammer continued hitting the nail on the wood, staring at Shayne, visible from inside the room. I continued facing the ceiling with the same concern as Shayne, observing the accumulated dust on the timber, with eyes almost closed while I pretended to rest. Like the pain of the wounds I earned will help me rest, obviously.

"Even if they fought, even if Kingston turned Klaire over to get detained, I just know he'd come back at us earlier, with someone to guard us or anything," Shayne grumbled as she turned around, glaring at Sergei.

In the middle of their conversation, I'm still in the bed beside them, closing my eyes and hearing them while still pretending to be sound asleep.

After not replying for a while, Shayne looked back at the window before Sergei began muttering again. The rhythmic banging of iron and metal stopped, and I could hear approaching stomps. He returned to our room, dropping the hammer and nails on the bedside table near me while whispering. "Silverhearts can afford nails."

His forehead appeared reddish, which I spotted while he entered. He might be scratching it while fixing the wall.

He noticed me, looking at his forehead. Without saying a word, I expected that he'd begin talking soon enough, as he always did when I stared silently at him.

"Last night, have I told you what I have gone through?" he asked, I figured, stopping right past the door, and looking at Shayne.

"You were with Kingston last night," She answered.

"Yes that, but, the night way before, I mean," He exclaimed, slowing down in the middle of his statement

Shayne simply shook her head in disagreement, closing her eyes while doing so.

"There were other witches in the town, probably others like, the one Kingston left with,"

"Klaire?" She asked.

"Yes, her."

"All I know is they were after someone," He began speaking ominously. I looked away and then back at him, hoping he was bluffing. He kept the lack of goofiness and stood still.

He then swiped away the hair covering his forehead before going close to Shayne, standing right in front of me.

"What? What am I supposed to look at?" Shayne debated when Sergei leaned closer to show her his forehead.

"It bled... I never saw this earlier," She said as she also leaned to take a close look at Sergei's forehead, right in front of her face.

"Scratch it," Sergei requested, still keeping the profound tone that doesn't sit with me, at all. Shayne licked her lips, trying to form her reply but Sergei interrupted what she was about to say.

"Just scratch it," Sergei instructed. Shayne hesitantly raised her hand, gently tapping on his forehead with a nail. With a small force, as she deepened the nail, blood began trickling out of it.

Shayne stepped away in horror, both alarmed that she injured Sergei and blood revealed itself.

"They did this to me," He explained as he touched his forehead with a finger, observing the blood that stuck onto it. Shayne remained silent, waiting for further explanation. In disbelief of what strangeness Sergei is talking about. Strangeness not of ramblings of his typical debauchery but the strangeness of what might be the atrocities of a witch.