In which two complete opposite personalities are drawn together. To Wednesdays surprise, she would have never thought about falling for a boy that had almost nothing in common with her. Lucas Thorpe would have never guessed that Wednesday Addams wou...
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CONFUSED, TIRED, AND FRUSTRATED. Those three words perfectly described how I felt after my encounter with Wednesday last night. I'd left the woods without a word to my brother or Enid, trudging back to the academy with a storm of unanswered questions swirling in my head. The moment I stepped into my dorm, I slammed the door shut and threw myself onto the bed, determined to sleep the night away.
It didn't work.
Sleep evaded me as my mind replayed the events in an endless loop—the beast, Rowan's lifeless body, the cryptic drawing, and Wednesday's unnerving calm. By the time my alarm jolted me awake, I'd only managed to catch a single hour of restless sleep.
Ajax had tried to engage me, but I wasn't in the mood to talk. I shuffled to the bathroom, hoping a hot shower might wash away some of the exhaustion. When that didn't work, I turned to coffee, nursing a mug of it in silence as I scrolled aimlessly through my phone at the breakfast table.
For a fleeting moment, I almost forgot what had me so wound up.
"Lucas, I need your assistance."
The voice sent a jolt through me. I glanced up to see Wednesday standing across the table, her unflinching gaze locking onto mine. Her presence alone reignited the simmering frustration I'd tried to push down.
"What do you want?" I growled, forcing myself to look away.
"The Sheriff doesn't believe a monster attacked Rowan last night" she began, her tone as steady and emotionless as ever. "Even though we both saw it with our own eyes. And now, Rowan is somehow alive and well."
"What?" My head snapped up, her words too absurd to ignore. "You're lying."
"I'm not. I saw him myself" she replied coolly. "If you don't believe me, ask your brother. Or better yet, find Rowan. He's probably roaming around the academy as we speak."
I stared at her, my mind racing. Her claim was impossible—or at least, it should have been. But the certainty in her voice unsettled me.
"Okay, maybe he survived. So what? That doesn't mean I'm going to help you" I said, turning my attention back to my phone in an effort to dismiss her.
"This is about that prophecy, isn't it?" Wednesday's voice cut through the silence, sharp and direct. "You think I'm some harbinger of doom because of a poorly drawn sketch."
Her words struck a nerve. I looked up, narrowing my eyes. "And how do I know you're not just lying to get me off your back?"
"You're chasing this prophecy just like Rowan did" she states, her tone laced with disdain. "Spoiler alert: it's wrong. I have no intention of destroying this school. Frankly, it would require more energy than I'm willing to expend."
