NovelEnglishWake up, Miss Banks,” a smooth voice says, the tone washes overlike a loving caress, and for the first time
in a very long t| feel safe and it’s not something | want to wake up from just yet. | nuzzle my face into the
warmth against my cheek. A sweet, buttery and woodsy kind of scent hits my nose and | give an approving hum
at the pleasing smell. A grunt of disapproval ruins my contentment right before | am dropped unceremoniously
onto my back. The landing is soft but still unpleasant.
“What the hell!” | curse, rushing to sit and take in my surroundings. I'm on a couch in a dimly lit room, bright
light suddenly floods the room makingsquint against it. | shift my attention to the source of the light, fighting
the urge to hiss at it like a feral vampire. A large figure is framed by the beaming sunlight that is flooding the
room through a window that spans the entire wall. The figure is fussing with the curtains that he’s just opened
and | quickly recognise him as the stuck-up detective, Mr Collins. The events of the day crushing back to me
like a tidal wave of anger, fear and complete confusion.
“What did you do to me? How did we get here?” | demand, gesturing to the room and jumping to my feet.
“I don’t have tto baby you through this, so here is the quick version,” he starts as he unbuttons his suit
jacket and hangs it over the back of a large leather office chair. “My nis Deacon Collins, | am the
headmaster of Grey’s Academy and you are the newest student here. Tell me, what do you know about your
heritage?” he asks. My eyes are transfixed on his hands as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and rolls up each
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsleeve to expose simpressive forearms. A throat clearing snapsout of my trance.
“Oh... um,” | start, embarrassed at being caught staring. “Sorry, I'm a little lost here. I'm not feeling myself,” |
say with a sigh and flop down onto the couch. | try to process what the hell is going on.
“Due to your circumstances, | am going to assyou know nothing. Here at Greys Academy, our students are
gifted...” he begins.
“Wait, gifted?” | interrupt, “I think there's been a mistake. I'm not gifted, | got a pass in all my exams but nothing
that makesstand out,”
“If you'd letfinish Miss Banks...”
“Josie,” | correct, not liking the way he uses ‘Miss Banks’ in an inferior way.
“Miss Banks,” he reiterates, “If you would just keep quiet for two minutes and letexplain then you can be on
your way. Our Academy is for what we call Greys. Greys are a race of superhumans. Whilst we are much more
powerful than regular humans, we are also small in number. For this reason, we have created our own realm
within the human one. This is safer for everyone to live in peace. Somehow, you have slipped through the net
and grown up within the human realm. | will be launching a full investigation into how that cto pass, but for
now, you are here and you are safe. Now | appreciate this is a lot for you to take in and you have a lot of
catching up to do so | won't overwhelm you today. | will have my assistant assign you a dorm room and pair you
with one of our more intellectual students to do extra studies with you outside of your regular lessons. | will also
schedule sextra studies with our tutors here. Any questions?” he says without a flicker of a smile.
“Oh, you are good,” | laugh. “I love this show! | used to watch it all the time,” | say between bouts of laughter. |
get up and start exploring the room to find the hidden cameras. | can’t believe I'm on the prank show. | wonder
who nominated me, it must have been Freya, my best friend from college. “Was it Freya that put you up to this?”
| giggle.
“Miss Banks!” the actor playing Mr Collins shouts, slamming his hand down on the desk, which just makes me
laugh harder. | approach him and examine the buttons on his shirt, one must be a hidden camera. Then | start
rubbing my hands over his shirt, feeling for the hidden wires. In a flash his hands wrap around my wrists, making
they stare back at me. “What the hell are you doing?” he asks in an almost growl.
“Looking for your mic?” I gulp.
“I don’t have a mic, this is not a prank. You are new here and you've had a lot to take in so this once I will give
you a pass, but if you lay your hands onever again there will be punishment. Do you understand?” he says in
a low, scary tone. His heavy breathing makesbite my tongue because | really want to taunt him about what
this punishment might be. As if he knows what I'm thinking his eyes seem to flash blue. That's when | remember
them doing that earlier, right before he demanded that | sleep, a demand | was powerless to resist. Panic
bubbles insideat the realisation. He's telling the truth, isn’t he?
“You madego to sleep,” | say with a shaky breath. He givesa single nod in response. “What else can you
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmakedo?” | ask. Fear at how vulnerable | am right now pushesto ask the question.
“Anything,” he says in a husky whisper, and | swear his face moves closer to mine. His answer doesn’t scare me
like it should, if anything it excites me. Then a door opens, breaking the trance he hasin, he drops my wrists
and takes a step back as if I'm suddenly repulsive to him. | turn to see who the intruder is.
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