Project: Nighthall

7

Very rough edit guys!

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I ran my fingers through my hair as I read the page. One of the 'conditions' of the program was education. Sheila and Martin were big on education and would help all of us get into the right paths to further it if it was something we were interested in.

I didn't think I'd want to do school again, but this was like being homeschooled without the annoying parent over my shoulder.

I had a lot of curiosity about my heritage, and aside from hoping a plane to Istanbul to learn about Turkish culture, I was able to take a course in Scottish History. The education didn't mean I had to get a job, but it was to give us all balance.

The Bonney Prince seemed to be a little bigger than his britches, but he was a figurehead for the Jacobite Revolution. I had asked Janine about her family history, and I learned that were part of the Campbell lineage. It was only fitting that my mother who incited fear into other Guardian's came from one of the most feared Scottish clans of the eighteenth century.

I lifted my head when I heard scuff in Gabriel's room. It was late, late enough that nobody should be awake. I stood up and walked into the hall, stopping in his doorway. He was still asleep, but he wasn't the cause of the noise. And it explained why he didn't wake up at the sound.

Savannah-May stood beside Gabriel's bed, her head tilted as she watched him sleep. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned carefully against the doorframe. I was always blown away by how much the two looked alike, and it was a nice distraction. Then I didn't linger on the bloody hole on the breast of her shirt.

"He used to sleep like this as a child," Savannah-May mused softly, gesturing to Gabriel. He wasn't exactly lying in child's pose, but it was close to it with one leg sticking out.

"I don't know how he finds that comfortable," I whispered so I didn't wake him. Savannah-May's hand brushed just above his forehead, a smile on her face as she gazed at him.

"Neither did I, but he always slept like that," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed. I always thought ghosts would fall through objects, but I was proven wrong when I woke up to Mason sitting on the bed beside me.

"I wish that his phases came more smoothly; my brother struggled with them too."

My brows raised. "The lycanthropy comes from your side of the family?"

She nodded. "Yes. It skipped me, but my brother started phasing late too. But not like this."

I bit my lip. "Did his father know?"

Savannah-May's expression changed and her lips pursed.

"Yes," she said almost curtly, and I left the topic alone. I knew that there were things that Gabriel wasn't telling me about his father, and I respected that he didn't want to talk about him, but what he wasn't telling me told me a lot.

I left the doorframe and went back into my room, curling up on my side and getting comfortable. There was a message from Eddie and I checked it, sending off a quick reply. When I set my phone down, Savannah-May was standing in my bedroom.

"There's been a lot of talk on this side."

I snorted. "There always is. That's all you guys have to do."

Savannah-May gave me a look identical to Gabriel's when he wasn't impressed with my sarcasm.

"You need to be careful, Rosemarie. There are a lot of unkind people in the world, and they have eyes on you."