Broken Angel (Book 1 in the Chronicles of a Supernatural Huntsman series)

In the hallway I saw Don talking to the Head and Vice-Head. They stood huddled together. Don took the messenger bag from his shoulder and handed it to Eleanor Buhari.

  “I’ll be sure to catalog this right away,” she said and walked off without another word.

  “Thank you for turning it in,” Casimir Rutherford said, giving Don a small clap on the back. “It would be a tragedy if something like that were to fall into the wrong hands.”

  “It certainly would,” Don agreed.

  Our group reached them just as they said their goodbyes and shook hands. I stopped and stared up at Don. His face was still a little red from his altercation with David.

  “I know. I’m sorry I embarrassed you, but what he did wasn’t right, Kamlyn, and—”

  “I want to thank you,” I interrupted.

  His heavy brow pulled together as he stared down at me. “For what?”

  “Well, it seems like I don’t really have anyone on my side here, being a non-descendant. But it’s good to know I have you, at least.”

  His rough, stubble-covered face softened and he smiled. “Always. I’m your mentor and I’m here for you.”

  “I better catch up before I lose them and can’t find my room. Will I see you again soon?” I asked hopefully.

  “You’ll see plenty of me. Don’t worry. Have a good night and rest up.”

  I took a step to follow the line of initiates, but turned back and threw my arms around Don’s neck. I could feel his unease. He wasn’t sure where to place his hands. They ended up hanging in the air over me for a moment before I felt a few soft pats.

  “See you soon,” I said and jogged to catch up to the others.