Elemental Darkness (Paranormal Public Series) by Maddy Edwards Read Free Book Online

who she is, but all these papers aren’t going to keep her alive. Your heart, your thoughts, and your loyalty do all of that just fine. These are just a reminder that we should keep dark chocolate around. She sacrificed for you, sure. She was doing what she had to, but she was also doing what she could.”
    “Everyone should keep dark chocolate around,” I said. Sip and Lough nodded in agreement.
    Suddenly we were startled by a knock on the door; we certainly weren’t expecting visitors.
    “Probably a paranormal professor come to take me away,” I said, only half kidding. Sighing, I opened the door.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    But it wasn’t. It was Trafton who stood there when I opened the door. He looked at me quizzically and said, “I saw the light on. For a second I thought everything was fine, then I remembered. . . .”
    I nodded. “That’s been happening to me all day.”
    Sip looked around me. “Come on in,” she said softly. “Join the party.”
    “Sip,” said Trafton, “you do sarcasm very well.”
    Lough tried not to look disgruntled at the sight of his fellow dream giver. He almost managed it, but they had two rivalries, and it was hard for Lough to set them aside. Their magical ability was very uncommon and they were the only two paranormals on campus who had it. There had been several at Golden Falls, which explains why we had heard that one had died. A dream giver had indeed died, just not one of the ones from Public. The other rivalry was that they were both in love with Lisabelle. She didn’t know, or didn’t care in the slightest, about that. But instead of finding camaraderie in rejection, Lough and Trafton just bickered.
    “Do we have any idea what’s going on in the rest of the paranormal world?” Sip asked, straightening her shoulders and grabbing a tissue. “I’ve been in contact with my parents, and as far as they know the situation is dire. They’re in a better position than some paranormals because they’re in the middle of nowhere, but paranormals in the cities are being attacked and slaughtered. What happened to the Paranormal Police Academy? What about the Paranormal Police Division? Are we paying taxes for paranormals to be trained to battle or what?”
    “We’ve had some training here,” said Trafton. “We’ve held our own when we’ve had to.”
    “We have to do better than that,” said Sip fiercely. “We can’t lose anyone else.”
    “What else did your parents say?” I asked, perching on the edge of Sip’s desk. It somehow felt wrong to be on Lisabelle’s side of the room, with all of her stuff untouched as if she was expecting to come back. But none of us said anything more about it. Once Sip had stopped tossing papers, none of us looked over at Lisabelle’s stuff again. It hurt too much.
    “My parents are refusing all suggestions to hide and run,” said Sip. “We live with a large group of other werewolves around us, so we should be able to fight off anything but a massive attack.”
    “They overran Vampire Locke,” Lough said, and we gave her the headlines of what happened.
    “Yes,” said Sip, “that happened because they made a massive effort. They wanted Vampire Locke. The dark power that’s there can only help them destroy paranormals.”
    After that the four of us sat in Airlee for a long time. Trafton and Lough both disappeared and came back with something to read. Sometimes we talked and sometimes we all just worked quietly. There was an unspoken understanding that it was better to be there together than not. Soon enough we’d have to leave for the summer, and we had no idea whether we’d be able to communicate at all.
    Eventually Sip stood up from her desk and stretched. “We’re going to the library,” she said. Her voice was distant and cold.
    “You know the semester is over, right? We passed, because, I mean, we’re not dead,” said Lough.
    Sip blinked at him in surprise. “Where else do people go?”
    “Right,” said Lough,