Paranormal Public (Paranormal Public Series) (34 page)

I wanted to point out that there was only one student on probation, but I kept my mouth shut. Something was wrong here. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around what.

Without another word the President swept off the podium. I glanced at Cale. Camilla was cooing in his ear. I rolled my eyes, then started searching for Keller. It wasn’t hard to find him; he was sitting in his usual place with Nate and Marcus, stony-faced.

“Good luck to the competitors tomorrow,” she said, nodding toward Cale, Keller, and Tale. Without another word, she and the rest of the Professors swept out of the room.

“Wow,” said Sip. “Can you believe it? All those rumors all semester turn out to be true? It’s amazing.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?” asked Lough. “We’ve been holding our own.” He was torn between relief that what the President had to say didn’t start with “We captured Lisabelle Verlans,” and disappointment that it hadn’t.

“It is,” Sip insisted. “With the Power of Five there won’t be fighting among the paranormals anymore. Did you see how relieved Camilla was? And she’s the most unpleasant person here.” She gave me a crooked smile. “Without the Power of Five, the paranormals will eventually fall. Now we have a chance.”

“It’s thinking like that that got us in trouble in the first place,” Lough accused. “They should be spending their time looking for Lisabelle.”

“Do you really want them to find Lisabelle?” Sip asked. Lough shrugged. “I bet she could take them.”

“Exactly. Lisabelle can take care of herself,” Sip said.

“Not lately,” Lough muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Sip asked me. I’d been quiet, swirling a drop of water around with my fingertip.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Something.”

“What do you mean ‘what’s wrong?’” asked Lough. “Haven’t you noticed that Bailey was murdered, and Lisabelle was arrested, and now we have finals, and all of our professors are gone? Don’t you think that’s enough to be wrong? And, there’s something else....”

Something in my mind snapped into place, but before I could grab it, Keller appeared at our table. “We have to talk.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t we just do this?” I asked him. “Are you just going to order me to stay put again?”

“No,” he said.

“Lough, was there something you wanted to say?” I asked as I got up to leave.

Lough was frowning at his tea. “No,” he said. “I have to think about it a little more.”

Right before we left the dining hall Lanca bumped into me. In the confusion I almost fell over. I saw her give Keller a smile and bristled. When I righted myself she was gone. She didn’t even apologize. Vampires were rude. Some things were never going to change.

Outside, the freezing air bored into my cheeks. “Where are we going?”

“My room.”

That might have been the only thing he could have said that would have surprised me so much I shut up. Well, that and his saying that his favorite color was baby pink.

“I should go back to my friends,” I pointed out. He never slowed down, and for some reason I didn’t turn around.

Aurum was closest to Cruor, which was ironic since the fallen angels’ dorm was filled with light and the color of clouds. I had wanted to see it; it was the only dorm that Korba had yet to take us to. But I had never expected to be going there alone with Keller. All the other students were still at breakfast, and if I had to guess, they would be there for a long time, which meant that Keller and I would have the dorm all to ourselves.

“We have to talk privately,” he told me, as if that explained everything.

Into the dorm we went. He tossed his jacket on a peg without stopping. His room was on the top floor, so up we went. It was the sort of room I would expect Keller to live in. Clean and neat. Just the necessities.

“Do you want to sit?” he asked.

I sat in the only chair. He sat on his bed. There was only one of those, too, which meant that Keller was one of the lucky few on campus who had a single room.

“What do you know about your mom and dad?” he asked.

A lead ball dropped into my stomach.

He could see in my face that I didn’t like his question, but he shook his head insistently. “Don’t get offended,” he said. “I need to know. There isn’t much time now.”

I blinked quickly, trying to get my bearings.
“I don’t know anything. My mother would never tell me anything about my dad. The only dad I’ve known is my stepdad,” and he hates me, I added silently.

“So, you don’t know anything at all?” he asked.

“No,” I cried in frustration. “It’s none of your business anyway.”

“And what about your mom?” he asked, ignoring my protests.

For anyone else I wouldn’t have answered. It was no one’s business, but this was Keller. He had hardly asked me a non-school related question in weeks, and there was something inside me that knew he wouldn’t do it unless the information was vitally important.

I took a deep breath. “She was part of Airlee. Her name is on the wall of students over there.”

Keller nodded as if that confirmed something for him.

“I want to know what’s going on.”

“Sorry,” he said, relaxing his tone a little. “It’s just….” he paused, looking past me to his desk. He stood up and moved towards me. I watched him come. He reached past me and pulled out a sheaf of papers from a drawer. He stood less than a foot away from me and I didn’t know where to look. Instead of moving away, he offered me the papers. I got a good view of the pale skin on his wrist, the fine dark veins that contained his heartbeat.

He offered the papers a second time.

I took them, aware that our hands were too far away to touch. “Are these the papers we found at Astra?” I asked. The day Keller and I had been in the attic and had come across the boxes of papers and the lessons, I thought Keller had taken some home. Now I knew I was right.

“Yes,” he said.

“Why?”

He bit his lower lip. “I think your dad, and maybe your mom too, were elementals,” he said. His eyes were staring at my face, refusing to look away. He was daring me to argue with him.

I couldn’t help it. It was so absurd I laughed. I laughed until my sides hurt. I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes.

“Yeah, right,” I said. “The demons killed all of the elementals, you said so yourself.” Slowly Keller shook his head. His eyes were still locked on my face. I felt my chest tighten. Was he serious?

“You must be joking.”

“You remember earlier in the semester when we heard that the demons might be acting up because they had heard that there was still one elemental somewhere, and that’s why they’ve been attacking paranormals?”

“What’s your point?” I asked. My hands felt cold and clammy. He couldn’t be right.

“My point is, they were right. The professors running off proves it,” he said.

He was too close to me. I wanted him to move away, to sit back down. I shifted so that I was hunching my shoulder toward him. He took the hint and returned to the edge of his bed.

“The paranormals have no chance without the Power of Five,” he said. “There are spells; there are artifacts that can only be used if the Power of Five is viable. Without the elementals there will never be another Power of Five. Without the elementals the paranormals are vulnerable to attack. That’s why the demons have come after us in such force this summer. If all the elementals aren’t gone.…” He took a deep breath. “If they aren’t gone, we might be able to fight them. For the first time we might be able to fight them and win.”

I felt like there was a pressure on my chest and it grew with every word Keller spoke. “Look,” I told him. “My dad was not an elemental.”

“Who was he?”

I had no idea.

“Wait, do you think he’s the elemental the professors went after?” I wondered if the next thing Keller was going to tell me was that my dad was alive, but it wasn’t.

“No, you said your dad was dead. That’s probably true.”

I normally didn’t let myself think about my dad, let alone talk about him. I swallowed. It hurt my chest. I swallowed again. “My mom told me he died before I was born. He never met me. Come on, Keller,” I pleaded. “There’s too much going on for jokes like this, and this one isn’t even funny. You have Dash tomorrow and I have finals, and if I don’t pull out some magic, I won’t be coming back here next semester.”

Keller scoffed. “Charlotte,” he said, standing up. “Think! You aren’t seeing what’s right in front of your face!”

I jumped to my feet too. “What am I not seeing?” I demanded. “This is insane.”

Keller stepped up to me so fast I rocked back on my heels. He grabbed my arms, bringing us eye to eye. I didn’t want to breathe on him. “What makes sense,” he said, “is that you are the elemental they are looking for.”

He’d already said that and I’d told him he was crazy. I told him again with the tone in which I demanded, “Why?”

“Because,” said Keller, exasperated, “you can do magic, but you can’t do Airlee magic. You can’t use the Airlee ring, and it’s obvious that you aren’t a darkness mage. No one knows who your dad is, and then suddenly this semester we find out that there might still be an elemental alive, because they’ve started to sense magic. Plus, you told me that a hellhound was following you, and you just so happened to be saved by vampires. What are the odds of that?”

I started to protest, but Keller cut me off. “And I saw your face the first time you came into Astra. You looked like you were home. Your magic almost shone. And something happened there that first day, didn’t it?” He raised his eyebrows.

“It doesn’t make sense,” I said again, but my protests were getting weaker.

“Why didn’t the professors know it was me?” I asked. I hoped this, at least, would foil Keller’s theory. There was no way the professors wouldn’t have known I was elemental.

“I think they thought you were at first,” said Keller. “But then when your magic failed, they stopped thinking that or maybe they never thought that. Maybe their saving you from the hellhound was a happy accident.” He didn’t believe that theory himself, though. “You were late to school because they didn’t believe it was you, but the presence of the hellhound convinced them at the last minute that you might be.”

“But let’s say they did think I was the elemental,” I said. “If I am, why can’t I perform magic?”

“Could you in Astra? In the ballroom that Saturday?” he challenged. He had guessed my secret.

I looked down at my lap. “Something happened in that dorm,” I mumbled. Maybe I wouldn’t get in massive trouble if I told someone. Now I knew Keller well enough to know that he wouldn’t turn me over to the President. I told him everything that had happened.

“I’ve looked at that glass case countless times,” said Keller. “There’s an elemental ring in there.”

I looked down at my Airlee ring. It had been useless all semester, dull. No magic had gone through it. Could it really be that simple?

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“Charlotte,” said Keller. “They are looking for you. Maybe as long as you wear the Airlee ring and don’t have the proper Astra support you will be able to hide, but it’s not going to last forever. The hellhounds already know it’s you. The professors will figure it out, but what if the demons find you first?”

“Even if you are right,” I said, “I’m safe here.”