Black Wing (Book #1)

Chapter 9

There isn't much that I remember after that.

I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of appreciation and gratefulness. 

I remember thinking how much this room looked like my old one.

There was a single bed in the corner of the room on a wooden bed framed carved with elaborate designs and covered with deep blue bed sheets. At the other end of the room was a white chest of drawers, complete with a large mirror resting on top. To the right of that was a small, brown desk next to another blue door.

I remember hearing Scar mention that it was the bathroom door, but I was too filled with emotion to reply.

I took a tentative step forward, onto the white fluffy carpet in front of the door.

And after this, I spent a few moments taking in every single detail of that room. From the scratch in the left-hand corner of the mirror, to the scuff marks on the floor by the blue bathroom door and the medium-sized cardboard box that was placed underneath the bed.

'Full of books,' Scar told me. They used to belong to Phoenix.

Sooner or later, I felt my eyelids drooping and gradually, I shuffled towards the bed that was now calling me. Although Scar was still talking, I couldn't hear her as a sudden wave of exhaustion came over me. I collapsed on top of the bed and before I knew it, sleep had consumed me.

It was hours before the sound of slight muttering brought me out of my deep slumber.

I slowly opened my eyes and then I suddenly sat upright, wondering why I was in a brand-new bed in a room I had never seen before.

In a flash, the events of yesterday flooded my memory and I slumped down again, relieved that I wasn't simply in a strange and random place.

Just unfamiliar.

'So, are we going or not?' I heard from the other side of my door, the sentence proclaimed in a frustrated tone. It was as if the person was trying to be quiet but desperately failing.

'Keep your voice down...we can't go tonight. We'll have to go another-'

'This is the only opportunity that we have Levi.' I bit my lip nervously.

What on earth were they talking about?

'I think we should go. Or at least some of us.' I heard a soft voice suggest and I realised that the voice belonged to Scar. 

Where were they planning on going?

Trying not to make the bed creak, I rolled out from under the covers and placed my feet delicately on the soft carpet, anxious to not make any noise. 

The fact that they were whispering told me that they didn't want me to hear their conversation. 

Or they just assumed that I was still sleeping. I frowned and slowly made my way towards the door, as quiet as a mouse, and listened to the conversation.

As much as I knew that what I was doing wasn't right, curiosity got the better of me. They could have been secretly planning my death for all I knew, despite the fact that they welcomed me into their house so nicely.

'Scar, did you say the Doves were gonna be there?' There was silence before she answered decisively.

'I got into their files which had the list of everyone invited. Archer Black's name was definitely on the list and that name isn't used by anyone else but-'