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Rara Avis chapter 10Luca sat in the tub with the others for well over a few hours. Pulling out, his leg felt much better and he sighed, getting dressed and running the towel through his hair. He had also splashed some water on his face to get the bruising to go down.
One of the other novices leaned over and muttered into another's ear as they watched Luca rise up from the water, several names slipping through. Voronin. Troy. Solomon. Always coming back to Troy as the discussion grew more heated. Eventually one was silenced by a venomous glare from Nikita as she stepped into the room. She was sporting a few new bruises and a cut across her cheek but her smile was evident as she moved into a smaller area of the pool to soak in privacy, away from the lechers.
Luca looked over at her and blinked before looking at the other novices. He was sure they wouldn't tell him anything...but there was no harm in trying, "What happened with Troy?" he asked, leaning in a bit, but not enough to be intrusive
Rara Avis chapter 7When Luca woke up, the car was empty. He blinked and got out, looking around for a moment before cursing loudly and looking back at the map left on the passenger seat of the car. He followed in Zhenya's footsteps until he found the complex itself, frowning when he saw knocked out guards out front. He slipped inside and looked around, following the trail of dispatched guards. The majority of the men had simply been knocked unconscious and dragged out of the way, hidden in shadows or behind doors. A few lay dead from small, deep wounds through their necks, one in the chest. Strangely, no alarm was sounded. No rush to see what was happening to guards who weren't responding. It was far too quiet.
Luca stole two guns off a guard and headed to the top floor where he knew there would be an Animus. He held his breath the entire time in the elevator as he went up, loaded pistols facing outward should the door open and guards drop down on him. Instead what greeted him was a very scared-looking w
Rara Avis chapter 6Luca woke with the sunrise, but he didn't get out of bed. He knew if he tried to spar, he'd only make things worse. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he'd be out of commission for a little while if he wanted to heal enough so that opponents wouldn't just keep targeting that spot and making it worse. He managed to get up after a while, changing into jeans and a black shirt, pouring himself some water. His stomach growled and he sighed, knowing he'd have to go downstairs...more likely than not, deal with Troy taunting him about his injuries.
Seemingly on cue, a knock at the door signaled the arrival of food. The novice cast fearful looks between the two of them then ducked out, leaving Luca staring behind him. Zhenya stayed where he was in bed, completely immobile.
Luca took the tray, surprised. Then again, he always left before any sort of meal arrived and only came back later after lunch. He looked over the bacon and eggs and put one of the plates on Zhenya's table before sitting
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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