Awakenings by Edward Lazellari Read Free Book Online

Seth realized he was not ready for the whole truth.
    “How’d I get into your school?” he asked, changing the subject. “If you’re any indication, it was probably a snob society. ‘Tavern wench’ doesn’t sound like a high-paying career.”
    “Magnus Proust gives scholarships to the less fortunate. He believed in your talents…”
    “Magnus Proust?” The name rattled around Seth’s mind with no slot to settle in. It sounded more like a new brand of Trojan condom than a headmaster at some elite school.
    “What’s the school like?”
    “Thirty students spend their first year as Novitiates. The subsequent cycles are two-year programs: twenty from the first year advance to become Apprentices. Ten are graduated from this lot to be his Acolytes. Of them, only four finally achieve the honor of becoming Magnus’s Adepts. I am an acolyte. You are an apprentice.”
    The titles were odd, but Seth had heard stranger things. Some of his models came from the well-to-do class—rebels acting out against their banishment to Exeter and Vassar. But more important, Seth had found a big chink in her story. He was five or six years older than she was. No way was she a senior classmate to him. The suspicion that this was an elaborate con or the musings of an unbalanced mind crept back, but this time he experienced trepidation, as though he might lose something important—something he wanted to know. “What did we study?” he asked, playing along.
    “Alchemy, transmogrification, sorcery, enchantments, curses…”
    Seth stopped. His teeth ground together painfully. He turned away from Lelani.
    “… You were the group’s mage,” she went on. “Though little true magic remains on this world, it was considered a necessary precaution.”
    His lips clenched into a line. Seth hid his trembling fists in his pocket. The brick wall he faced, with its perfect uniformity, beckoned to be punched.
    “Is something wrong?” she asked.
    Seth took three deep breaths and turned to face her. “You forgot to mention the talking hat that chooses which house we belong to.”
    “What talking hat?”
    “I’m a schmuck for buying your crap! You think this is funny? Leading me on to think I’ll finally know something about my past?”
    “Seth…”
    “Shut up! Just shut up. I’ve spent years in a dozen homes. You’ll never know what it’s like, walking the streets, wondering if the hotdog vendor or subway clerk or the bum on the corner is a cousin or an uncle. Do you even have a clue what it’s like to not know who you really are? Where you come from?”
    The stiffness of her lips broke. It was the first time Lelani looked unsure about anything. “No,” she responded. “I’m not aware of what you have endured.”
    Seth had her on the defensive for a change. He closed the gap between them and stared into her eyes. He was hoping for just a hint that Lelani was being sardonic, an invitation to smash her pretty mouth. Instead, for the first time since they’d met, that air of condescension receded from her. She gazed back into his eyes and touched his soul, a warm hand on a cold spirit. She put her arms around him. Her body was strong and comforting—a shelter in the snow. Her cheek touched his. What surprised him most was the sincerity she exuded. His anger drained through their embrace.
    “I’m not handling this very well,” she said. “I apologize.”
    “Yeah,” he said, and walked off without her. Then Seth stopped. There it was again, that nagging curiosity. Is she crazy? Even the most ambitious swindles used pieces of truth to snag victims. “Is there any way we can get to the facts without the crazy talk?” he asked.
    Lelani bit her lip as she considered it. “I’ll try.”
    A minute later, they turned the corner onto Avenue A to spot a cluster of red flashing lights down the street. The moment turned surreal when Seth realized his building—his apartment—was the subject of the attention as smoke belched from his