Entangled (Guardian Academy Book 2) by Jessica Sorensen Read Free Book Online Page A

then backs toward the door without tying the laces. “Meet me out front in ten minutes. Make sure to keep your phone on you at all times. And do not go anywhere else. I mean it, Alana. Nowhere else.”
    “Yes, sir,” I say with a salute. “But when you say nowhere else, does that include the bathroom? Because I really have to pee.”
    He stares at me, unimpressed. “Yes, you’re allowed to go to the bathroom.” His tolerant expression goes poof as a haughty grin curls at his lips. “But, now that you’ve called me sir, I really think you should keep—”
    “No, thank you,” I quickly say, shooing him toward the door. “Now get out. I need to get dressed.”
    Chuckling, he turns for the door and reaches for the doorknob …
    Wait a second …
    I gape at the intact door. “When did the door get fixed?”
    “I had someone take care of it last night,” he answers, opening the door and revealing that the tile floor is now mark-free.
    My lips part in shock. “And the—”
    “Would you relax?” He presses me with a shush look, sticking his hand into his front pocket. “Everything’s taken care of, so stop worrying.”
    I nod and keep my lips sealed.
    When he removes his hand from his pocket, his fingers are curled around my phone. He gives it back to me and heads for the door again. “ Be careful with what you say, ” he mouths then walks out and shuts the door.
    I rush up and twist the lock, hoping that will be enough to keep me safe for the next ten minutes.
     

Chapter 6
     
    Ten minutes later, I’m standing in front of the school with a gentle morning breeze kissing my skin and the pale pink glow of the sunrise shining down on me. I keep walking up and down the short flight of steps to get my blood pumping and wake myself up more. While I’m not a necessarily exhausted, I’ve never been a morning person and usually don’t fully wake up until I drink a cup of coffee or two. Unfortunately, the cafeteria’s coffee tastes like ass.
    I stifle a yawn as I jog back up to the top of the stairs and glance down the driveway, searching for Jax’s car. Where is he? He’s only a few minutes late, but he doesn’t seem like a guy who has ever been tardy to anything. It’s not like I miss him or anything—okay, maybe a little—but with it being so early, hardly anyone’s around, and the aloneness vibe makes me feel squirrely.
    I can’t stop tossing nervous glances at the trees, plagued by the sense that someone or something is watching me. I consider calling or texting my dad and letting him know about Vivianne’s secret meeting with the Empress of the Water Fey, not only to update him on what’s going on, but to distract myself from the queasy feeling knotting in the pit of my stomach. But Jax warned me to be careful with what I said over the phone, and I’m guessing that subject falls into the off-limits category.
    I thrum my fingers against the sides of my legs as I trot backward up the stairway with my gaze on the trees. Just relax. It’s broad daylight. Nothing’s going to happen.
    As if to taunt my optimism, the wind kicks up and tosses dry leaves and dirt in the air. I shield my eyes with my hand and strain to see through the debris and into the woods. I feel myself being pulled, drawn by an unseen force, magnetized to the trees … or something that lies beyond them …
    My feet begin to move. I take each step robotically. The wind dances more vibrantly. I swear I hear a plea for help …
    Help us …
    Help …
    My phone rings from inside my pocket, jerking me out of the strange trance, only to realize the wind isn’t blowing, and the leaves on the dirt and grass appear untouched.
    What on earth? Did I just imagine it happening?
    The uneasiness in my gut magnifies as I dig out my phone. Figuring it’s Jax telling me he’s going to be late, I answer without checking the screen.
    “What’s up with the tardiness, wolf dude?” I answer, gripping the side railing with my attention on the