Blood of the Fey (Morgana Trilogy) by Alessa Ellefson Read Free Book Online Page B

office.
    “Are there aliens too?” I ask, scared of the answer.
    “Of course not,” Jack says.
    “I’d think we have enough with the Fey,” Bri adds.
    Somehow, her answer makes me feel a little better, and I follow her inside.

     
    “Don’t worry,” Owen repeats for the umpteenth time. “We’ve only covered theory, so you’re not that far behind.”
    “You shouldn’t dismiss what we’ve learned,” Jack says.
    Owen shrugs. “In my humble opinion, practice is the best way to learn.”
    “There’s nothing humble about you,” Bri retorts, and her twin answers with a grin.
    I nearly collapse into my bowl of oatmeal when something heavy lands on my back.
    “My, isn’t this Arthur’s sister?” a loud, deep voice says, nearly ripping my eardrum apart. “
Enchanté.
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    The weight lifts from my back, and I find a pair of massive boys making deep curtsies before me. They straighten up gracefully, their smiles bright within their dark faces, and an insane amount of silvery studs adorning their ears. I’d almost think they were twins as well, except where one is broad and completely bald, the other is tall and has a full head of dreadlocks.
    “Wonderful performance,” the tall one says, “at church, you know.”
    “The best we’ve seen,” the other one adds, “forever and ever.”
    “It’s ‘in a long time,’ you sophomoric buffoon,” the tall one says.
    The other one frowns. “I don’t like being called a monkey.”
    “I said buffoon, not baboon,” the tall one says. He then extends a large hand toward me. “Gauvain, at your service.”
    “And Gareth,” says the other, pushing the first one out of the way.
    Tentatively, I shake their hands, getting my hands reduced to a pulp in the process.
    “I had no idea Arthur was keeping such a pretty sister away from us,” Gauvain says.
    I blush and find myself completely tongue-tied, but considering I’m facing a man nearly twice my height and quite evidently all muscle, I feel I’m excused.
    “Shut yer big bazoo,” Percy says, playfully punching Gareth in the arm despite barely reaching his navel.
    They could easily crush him if they wanted to, but the two boys don’t seem to mind, and instead make more room for him around our table.
    “Be sure to ask if you have any problem with lessons,” Gareth says. “I’d be delighted to help you.”
    “She’d be better off getting help from a baboon,” Gauvain retorts.
    Gareth’s brows lower. “Did you call me a monkey again?”
    “No,” Gauvain says. “I said you were worse than one, my—”
    He doesn’t get to finish, for Gareth punches him in the stomach, sending the taller boy flying over the table and into the solid wall.
    I cringe at the sharp ringing Gauvain makes when he rebounds off the stones, but the moment he hits the ground, he’s back up on his feet again.
    “You’re going to pay for that,” he says, flexing his hands, a bluish glow throwing sparks around his knuckles.
    “Enough,” Percy says. “Mind the company.”
    Gareth and Gauvain weigh each other up for another full second before finally relaxing their stands. With a jerk of his head, Percy gets them to follow him out, stopping by just long enough to talk with two Asian girls at another table.
    Moving very slowly, I set my fork back down on the table before I stab someone with it. Next to me, Owen, Jack, and Bri are staring with their mouths agape.
    “You-You saw it too, right?” I squeak.
    “Aren’t they amazing?” Owen says. “Full KORT members!”
    “And they came to you,” Bri adds in awe. “And not just the cousins, but Sir Percy as well!”
    “You didn’t…” I sputter. “You seen it, you dididii…”
    Giving up on trying to make sense, I gulp my tea down, then gasp as it burns my throat.
    “You OK there?” Owen asks, patting my back.
    “His hand!” I rasp.
    “Yeah, he was about to use an elemental!”
    “Which he shouldn’t have,” Jack says, frowning. “It’s dangerous,