ALISTAIR ACADEMY: THE CRYSTAL OF HAVEN.

1.7

Alexina POV.

"Will you slow down!?"

I charged through the undergound to find this damn script.

Once Grayson was sure that it was clear and we were the only two people in here, I bolted away causing him to decide to complain for the past half an hour.

"Alexina!" He snapped and I ignored him as I turned the corner to see a black frame on the wall.

Grabbing onto it. I saw that the frame is empty. Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Is this a joke?

This must be a joke.

Throwing the frame onto the floor, I watched as it shattered. Glass flew across the floor and the wooden outline broke into small pieces.

"Lexi! Calm down," Grayson whispered as he stepped closer to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder but pulled away instantly, frowning, holding his hand.

"What?" I asked and he flashed me a wary look.

"You're hot."

"Grayson- now is not the time for-"

"I mean your temperature," he groaned and I rolled my eyes before eyeing him over warily.

"Are you okay? You look like you've been shot." I laughed as I turned away and began to walk.

This was a waste of time. There was absolutely no reason for us to even be here because someone has already found the script.

And you know what!? I would be fine. I am fine.

I'm not even annoyed that I'm wanted dead! A lot of people would love to see an elemental die but in most cases... its unlikely.

Bennett. They killed Bennett. How am I supposed to stay calm or even act normal when the people who killed Bennett are here!?

"Erm... Lexi?" I heard Grayson call my name and I spun around only to see him a few meters away from me.

He hasn't moved from the spot.

"What!?" I snapped as I stormed over to see what the hell he is looking at.

Can he just follow instructions for one minute!?

Glancing down at the floor, I saw a teabag stained colour piece of fabric on the floor, resting on top of a piece of wood.

Crouching down, I carefully moved the pieces of wood out of the way, naking sure not to cut my hand on any glass, I pulled the string feeling piece of cloth from the wood.

The language written is unreadable. I don't even know if it is a language it looks that messed up.

The roses in the corner along with the signature of Alexandor Windsor at the bottom of the fabric told me everything I needed to know.

Alexandor Windsor.

I was too flustered to think about it moments ago... but those people who were speaking about Alexandor and now this- now I know that this definitely has something to do with him.