Odyssey: Master of The Cards

Chapter IV ✾ Secrets

Lilyth's P.O.V

It was Friday morning and I wasn't okay. I sat in my bed, completely zoned out. Sitting infront of my feet was my dad's academy file, still unopened. I had taken the last two days processing, basically being a zombie in my classes, and taking out all my anger on Darkfyre in the mornings. I was aching to read the file, but also unsure of what I'd find. The hesitance was a growing battle at the moment. But as of now it would have to wait because I had to meet with Darkfyre. However, I set my mind on finally opening it up tonight and reading through, maybe I'll find something that leads me to more information about where my father might be.

I was quick to get up and started to ruffle through my clothes. I jumped a bit when I heard a knock at the door. "Who the hell?" I moved to open the door, completely forgetting I was in only sweats and a bra. But as soon as I opened the door, Darkfyre was standing face to face with me. I held my breath for a second and gave a fake smile, but his face looked more surprised – maybe even flustered.

"I would appreciate if you would get something on, so I can't see your-." Was the first words out of his mouth.

I quickly cut him off, "You came to my dorm. You don't get to complain how I'm dressed in my own place. Besides, I'm about to. I was just about to head down to meet you." I glanced down at my watch; it was 5:50am. I wasn't late so I wasn't too sure why he came up here.

"I'd still appreciate you wearing a shirt in my presence, and I think you could use a break today. The last couple days you have been doing a lot better. And something tells me that anger you have is fueling what I'm seeing in your practice the last two sessions." He kept his eyes drilled to my face, trying to hide his discomfort.

I looked away and sighed, "What does that matter? I am fully capable of practicing. So, let's go please."

I grabbed a black tank top in my hand and tried to push past him, but he put his hand out and it pressed to my shoulder to stop me, "No. I said not today. Take a break." He paused and looked around me and into my dorm very hesitantly, "Can I come in for a few minutes? I really don't want to deal with a hormonal woman for whatever duration of a mission we get assigned today. So, respectfully, I'm going to need you to get it all out there and get to a not so angry place." He raised his brows, looking down at me. I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head and I moved out of the way so he could walk inside.

"Go ahead. I don't think I'll get away with refusing." I sighed and plopped on my bed, clenching my bag in my lap as I crossed my legs crisscross style. From the corner of my eye, I could see him step in and close the door behind him. He sat across from me on the bed, keeping a couple feet away from me. His dark eyes studied me momentarily and he leaned against the wall that my bed was against.

"So, what has been going on? You were fine the first few days, and then you were angry and taking your anger out readily on my face." He inquired. It was weird seeing a more sympathetic side of the same guy who told me I couldn't ask personal questions. I studied his handsome face for a moment, unsure of what to tell him.

"Long story short, I'm tired of being lied to. Seems like since the first day I stepped in this schools its all been lies. It's really too personal to talk about, It's just some family stuff." I paused and looked down at my hands as his gaze bore into me. He silently pressed for me to continue, "The Academy has been lying about my father's death and I have every intention of finding out the truth. I just have a lot on my plate, not that it's your business." I pulled the file out of my bag and dropped it on the bed.

Darkfyre narrowed his eyes and reached to scoop it up. Soft disappointment riddled his face, "So you're a thief too?" His eyes met mine temporarily before he flipped open the file like it was nothing. "There's no official death certificate in here. Let's see-" His fingers flipped paper by paper, just reading the tops of the papers without skimming through the details of what they contained, "O.O.S.A enrollment, Grades, Delinquency reports, um mission documents, but there's no O.O.S.A graduation certificate, here's a paper documenting being expelled but there is also an Association acceptance, and a recommendation with it. But that's it, not sure where you got the idea that he was dead. But it looks like he went on to work, though someone definitely lied about his record because no association would accept this."