The Sons of Satrina: A Sons of Satrina Novel by Kristan Belle Read Free Book Online

make sure that the gun he’d been handling was safe. Anyway, she needed his full attention to tell him what she had just found out.
    “Kayleigh? Is everything okay? What’s going on?” he said in a low voice. Kelton knew that something must have been up for her to come in and interrupt his lesson. He wasn’t annoyed by her presence, but he was immediately concerned.
    “Kelton. I need to speak to you. Somewhe re a little quieter, perhaps?” she replied in a hushed voice with a glance around at the group gathered. “And private.” she nodded slightly to acknowledge their audience.
    Kelton nodded and gently put a hand on the small of her back, steering her out into the deserted corridor.
    In any other situation, the guys in the room would have whooped it up.  It was pretty damn obvious from the intimate touch and the way that the two of them interacted that there was something going on between them. However, even the guys could sense that there was something seriously afoot and remained respectfully quiet.
    As soon as the door had shut, a hushed murmur had rolled around the recruits. Each of them wondered what was going on, who she was, if they really were together and congratulating Kelton on his good fortune at pulling such a stunner if they were.
    However, on the other side of the door, it was a completely different matter.
    “What’s up, Leigh. Talk to me.” Kelton’s voice was full of concern. He stepped closer to put a comforting hand on her hip.
    “Oh, Kelton. I don’t know how to tell you this. I just can’t believe it’s happened. It’s just so wrong.” A sob escaped her throat as she tried to fight the emotion that was building within her. “Kelton, Oh Kelton.” She laid a hand on his arm, trying to absorb some of his strength.
    “What is it?”
    “It’s Bartholomew.”
    Kelton felt like his blood had turned to ice and his eyes became as motionless as a shark. “What about him.”
    “He’s dead.”

Chapter Five.
     
    “Kelton? Did you hear me?” Kayleigh laid a gentle hand on his arm again.
    Abruptly, he backed away from her. His eyes had not yet returned to their usual pool of shimmering emerald green. The deadly, dangerous black rage remained in full force.
    “No.” h e growled.
    Kayleigh knew him well enough to stand back and let him process it in his own way. In his own time. There was no sense in pushing him. If she got too close, he would never forgive himself if he hurt her, even not in his right mind. She couldn’t do that to him. This rage that he was feeling was pulling from deep down in his soul and he couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. The warrior in him was calling for immediate revenge.
    “No!” he roared and turned to punch the wall. The plaster crumbled under his raw anger.
    The classroom door behind them opened up just a crack and Kayleigh quickly turned and said in a voice that was quiet but laced with stern authority, “Please, stay in the classroom. Someone will be in with you shortly.” The door clicked shut quickly and without argument. Anyone with half a brain could see that this was not a good time to interrupt.
    “What happened? When did this happen?” Kelton’s voice sounded barely recognisable, simply the angry growl of an emotionally wounded soldier.
    “It happened just before dawn. It was the Mortuorum. They left their mark all over the place. It was a total mess. Not a single survivor.”
    The silence echoed through the empty corridor.
    This was the worst thing that could happen to them all as a race. Their leader had been assassinated. Who knew what would happen now? The only thing that was clear in Kelton’s mind was that his death needed to be avenged, and soon. His warrior sense roared to the surface, blinding him to reason.
    He couldn’t believe that Bartholomew was gone.
    Bartholomew had been the father that he had never known. His mother had raised him all alone. Kelton’s father had been a warrior before him and he had grown