The Chronicles of Kerrigan Prequel Series Books #1-3: Paranormal Fantasy Romance Page 2

  The ruling body of the tatù world, the Privy Council seemed to think they could pick whomever they wanted at the school and put them to work. Guilder wasn’t a school for finer education; it was a preparatory school to build soldiers the PC wanted. Those they selected would serve their purposes. Those who didn’t would be cast off and taught to believe their abilities were abominations in society.

  Simon snorted. It was stupid, and whenever he asked questions or pushed for answers, Guilder seemed to try to tighten their grip on him. When he got his tatù… he wouldn’t let anyone walk over him ever again. No one would hold him down or try to force him to act a certain way. He would do what he wanted. He’d be the elite of the elite on his own!

  “So, do you want to come?”

  Simon blinked and realized they’d arrived in front of Joist Hall where most of the boys of the school lived, and he hadn’t listened to a word his mate had said about his exams. “And risk the chance of something happening at Guilder over Christmas?” Simon mocked. He elbowed his buddy. “When do we go?”

  Argyle checked his watch. “There’s a bus leaving in twenty minutes. We can catch it and then get on the train to Edinburgh at the station. We could home by ten tonight.” Argyle raised his bushy eyebrows. “Or we can catch the train tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Are you packed?”

  Argyle nodded guiltily. “Last night. I was planning on leaving right away today.” He stared down at his shoe and kicked the ground.

  Simon grinned. “I can be ready in ten. Let’s grab our stuff and we can make it to the bus in five. We’ve got lots of time. Who needs a bloody tatù?”

  Argyle looked up and smiled. “Awesome!”

  Chapter 2

  “We’re here, mate.” Argyle was already tumbling off the back of the truck that had given them a lift to the large stone house which was where he and his family lived. It was pretty massive from the looks of it, surrounded by the rich green hills and meadows that Argyle was constantly going on about getting back to soon.

  “Good. I’m tired and starving!” Simon rubbed his stomach for effect as he rolled off the back of the truck and grabbed his bags. Argyle patted on the side of the truck to let the driver know they were off, and threw his hand up in a wave of thanks as they headed toward the house.

  They were barely halfway across the broad expanse of lawn in front of the dwelling when a woman practically exploded out the front door of the house, her arms extended and a huge smile on her face.

  “Mum!” Argyle broke into a trot to hug her. They were still locked in a hearty hug when Simon caught up to his friend and stepped up behind them.

  “Ye must be Simon! I’ve heard a bit about you, yeah.” Her Scottish burr was even heavier than Argyle’s.

  “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Simon smiled politely. He hoped she wouldn’t hug him. Even his own mother never did that.

  “Aye. Git in the house bufer ye catch a death of cold.”

  Argyle followed her into the house, with Simon in tow. Simon stopped just inside and looked around. When Argyle had told him that his family lived on a farm, he had expected something much smaller and simpler. They seemed to be doing quite well for farmers, but, then again, Simon also knew his father had been in the military. Maybe all of this wasn’t attributed to just growing potatoes and raising sheep.

  “Who let the likes of ye in?” Simon’s head turned toward the girl standing on the other side of the room, looking at Argyle. He was instantly mesmerized. She was breathtaking with her dark hair and deep blue eyes, even more so in person.

  “Ya’d do well ta be nice to me, Beth.”

  “How ya figure?”

  “I’m yer only brother. Ya might be in need of protectin’ one day.”

  “Guess I best be protectin’ myself, if yer me only hope.”

  Simon stared at the two siblings. She obviously didn’t know about tatùs.

  “The two of ya needs to stop it. We’ve a guest.” Argyle’s mum walked into the room and made a face at the two of them and then turned to Simon. “This’d be muh other one.”

  “Beth,” Simon said the name before either of them bothered to say it in way of introduction.

  “That’d be me.” Beth stood looking at him for a moment before turning back to her mum. “I’m goin’ out.” Without waiting for a reply, she slipped between Simon and Argyle and headed out the front door.

  Simon got a whiff of some sort of body spray she was wearing as she passed. It smelled divine. It was a clean scent, like citrus and cotton; nothing heavy like some of the girls he knew liked to lather up in. He tried to remind himself that she was Argyle’s sister, but the thought was overrun by other considerations, like the fact that she was even more beautiful in person than she was in her picture.

  “Well, now ya see what I’ve to put up with when I come home fer a visit. Come on and I’ll show ya to yer room.” Argyle’s accent seemed to have grown thicker since returning home. It made Simon smile.

  “Great. It seemed like that trip took forever, didn’t it? I’m still starving, by the way.”

  “Yer fer certain got that right. We’ll get ya settled in and then Mum will fix us up with some food. Come on.” Argyle bounded up the stairs. They made their way down a long hallway and into a good-sized room with a large iron bed. “This’ll be yers.” He cleared his throat. “I mean, here’s your room.”

  “Nice.”

  “Tah. It’s just the spare. Nuthin’ fancy. Drop yer things and I’ll show ya to mine afore we go back downstairs to find a bit to eat.”

  Simon put his bags on the floor by the bed and then followed Argyle out toward his room. He found himself wondering, as they passed several doors, which room belonged to Beth. Was she close to him at all? He chastised himself for thinking that way and tried to put it out of his head, but it didn’t go very far.

  “Now, this . . . this is the best room in tha house.” Simon had to agree that the room was pretty nice. Argyle had a major sound system and chips of all the best music it seemed. True to Argyle’s nature, the room was full of books. Though he tried to hide it from most, Simon knew that Argyle would rather be reading in his room than out having fun with the other guys at school. He cared nothing for social events, but preferred his life as a loner.

  “I sure hope your tatù is to give you some sort of hyper speed-reading abilities.”

  Argyle laughed along with him. In all honesty, he couldn’t imagine what sort of tatù someone like Argyle would end up with, and he had a feeling that it wasn’t of much concern to his friend. “We best be getting to that food afore ya pass out from being famished.”

  “Lead the way.”

  The two boys rattled back down the stairs to where Argyle’s mum was making them sandwiches. She threw a handful of homemade crisps on the two plates she had set out for them and pushed them across the table toward where they were sitting down before fetching drinks.

  “What do ya think of this lug of mine, Simon?” Argyle’s mum had a huge smile on her face as she asked the question. It was obvious she loved her son very much.

  “He’s a pretty good guy. I think you did alright with him.”

  “Did alright, muh fanny. He’s a total knob.” Beth was back and already playfully insulting her brother again.

  Simon stared at the dark beauty, mesmerized again by how stunning she was. Argyle had said she was a year older than him. She looked to be sixteen, or somewhere around there.

  “Yer supposed to love and protect yer little brother, Beth. Can’t you pass on being mean just one day of tha week?”

  “I do. All tha days that yer off at that fancy reform school of yers.”

  “Off with ya, Beth. Yer brother has a guest. Don’t be bein’ so rude!”

  “Tah.” Beth left the room, laughing. Simon had to fight not to watch her go, and when the front door closed he realized she had gone outside again. The picture on Argyle’s wall did her no justice at all. She was even more gorgeous in person, he thought again.
He wondered where she could be going out to at this hour. His parents would pitch a fit if he were a leaving at such a time of day.

  “What’d I tell ya? She’s a piece of work, that one,” Argyle said.

  “She certainly is.” Simon took a bite of his sandwich as he tried to get the beauty out of his head.

  “I see ya made it home.” Argyle’s father’s voice filled the room as he broadcast the words across the kitchen. He had stepped into the kitchen from outside and pulled his son into a one-armed hug. Simon looked up at his towering figure and wondered how tall he was. He must be at least six-four or five from the looks of him and very broad shouldered. Like Simon’s own dad, he kept up his fitness. Simon could only reckon that he wasn’t someone to be toyed with.

  “Dad, this is Simon. I told ya he was coming with me.” Argyle nodded toward Simon.

  “Simon. Of course. Nice to meet ya.”

  Simon couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something in his tone that said exactly the opposite of the words he was uttering. “You too, sir,” Simon replied.

  “Polite. I like that.” It was all he had to say before walking off wordlessly.

  “Man of few words,” Simon quipped.

  “Yeah. He says what he has to say and is done wid it.” Argyle took another bite of his sandwich and began to push away from the table. “Are ya gonna finish that or will we be here tomorrow, waiting?”

  “It’s not my fault you eat like someone is going to yank your plate away at any moment.”

  “True. I do that. I’m gonna go shower then. Just stay and finish yer food. Make yerself at home,” Argyle told him.

  Simon nodded, a mouthful of sandwich preventing any real response. He took his time eating, unsure of what he was to do if he didn’t have food in front of him. Last thing he wanted was to be sitting there awkwardly if Beth came back through.

  It was if somehow mentioning her name had summoned her. Only a moment later, she was making her way through the kitchen again. Simon tried not to stare, instead focusing on his plate of food that he was still finishing off. Argyle’s mum made way too much for one sitting, thought he noted that Argyle had inhaled every bite very quickly.

  “Where’d Argyle get off to?”

  “He went to take a shower.”

  “He thinks a lot of ya. Talks about ya when he comes home.”

  “He speaks highly of you, as well.”

  Beth laughed as she considered the notion. “That’s doubtful.”

  “No, he really does. He said you like to tease one another, but that you’re really close.” He shifted in his chair, wondering why he was suddenly jealous of his friend.

  “Yeah, I guess I like the lil’ toad, but don’t ya go telling him I said it.” She winked.

  “It’ll be our secret.” Simon smiled at her, noting the way she smiled back. For a moment, it seemed like there might be just a hint of chemistry she was feeling as well, but if it were true, it was abruptly ended by the presence of her father.

  “Where’s Argyle?”

  “He went upstairs to take a shower, sir.”

  “Beth, don’t ya have something better ta be doing?” His voice was stern as he dismissed Simon’s answer to his question and redirected his attention to his daughter.

  “I think I can go count the spots on that new goat again.”

  “Don’t be getting smart with me, girl.”

  “Tah.” Beth rolled her eyes toward Simon as she walked away, making sure her father couldn’t see her first. Simon had a feeling that such insolence wouldn’t be tolerated well in this household.

  In fact, Simon suspected that neither Argyle nor Beth messed with their father too much at all. He was a large man with broad shoulders, and a deep voice that carried throughout a room. Argyle had once told Simon that his father was former military, but gave no specifics about it. He had only told him that his father ran his home like a boot camp. They didn’t cross him much, but Beth liked to push his buttons a bit here and there.

  “I don’t wanna be bein’ rude to a guest, but ya’d do well to steer clear of me daughter.”

  Simon blinked in surprise. He didn’t like adults who believed them in charge. It tended to clash with his personality. “I . . . I was only speaking because she spoke to me, sir.”

  “Just watch yourself, Simon. You’ll be donnin’ a tatù soon and you’ve no business getting involved with my girl. Understood?”

  “Understood, sir.”

  It annoyed Simon that this man made him feel very small. He didn’t know why Argyle’s father was making such a big deal of things. Sure, he found Beth attractive, but nothing was going on between the two of them. They had only been speaking in passing. Plus, there were no edicts against him talking to non-tatù folks. Surely the man wasn’t adverse to his future tatù when his own son would have one soon enough.

  “You need to use the facilities?” Argyle appeared back downstairs as his father was leaving, and stood looking at him expectantly.

  “Sure.” He wasn’t certain that he really needed one, but getting away from anywhere Argyle’s father might be for a while seemed like a grand idea. He followed directions to the shower and headed up, losing himself beneath the steamy water for as long as he felt was socially acceptable in someone else’s home. Climbing out, he realized he had forgotten to bring clean clothes from his room, but it was just across the hall. Wrapping the heavy blue towel, he had pulled from the linen closet around himself, he darted quickly toward his door.

  He wasn’t fast enough it seemed.

  “Wow. Look at you.” Beth stood facing him at the top of the stairs, taking in his half-naked figure as he stood outside his door.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t see anyone out here.” Simon felt a flush spread up his face as he stood frozen, looking at her uncomfortably.

  “I’m not sorry at all.” There was a huge smile on her face.

  “Don’t tell your father, please.” Simon saw a moment of confusion on her face, followed by what seemed to be a realization.

  “Warned ya, did he? Told ya not to be touchin’ his only daughter?”

  “I need to get dressed.” Simon could hear her chuckling a bit to herself as she made her way downstairs again. He hoped she didn’t tell her father, like he had asked. There was no way it would go over very well. He took his time getting dressed and avoided going back downstairs until Argyle came up to his room and told him he was tired and heading to bed.

  “Goodnight, Argyle.”

  Simon drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep. He had been excited about coming here with Argyle. It was a good chance to visit someplace he had never been before and that Argyle spoke well of, but the episode with his friend’s father had left him feeling decidedly uncomfortable.

  Chapter 3

  The following morning, Simon again stayed in his room as long as possible. He heard the family talking over breakfast downstairs, but didn’t bother to go down. Hopefully, by the time he left his room, their father would be gone to work and he wouldn’t have to look at him. It wasn’t like he could avoid the man forever, but he just wasn’t up for looking at him right now.

  After a while, he heard the sounds of footsteps coming toward his room along the hardwood floor that ran the length of the hallway upstairs. The steps paused at his door. Simon assumed, whoever it was, they were listening to see if he was awake or not.

  “Hey, ya still a snoozin’ on me in dere?”

  Simon jumped at the sound of Argyle’s voice outside his door. Why did he suddenly feel so nervous? He knew there was someone there and yet he had jumped anyway. “No. I was just getting dressed, mate.”

  “Takin’ ya long enough. What sort of girl are ya?”

  “Come on in, Argyle. You can stop yelling at me through the door.” The door creaked a bit as Argyle came inside and sat on a nearby chair, watching him lace up his shoes. “Been a long week. Just needed a morning to relax and enjoy the holiday.”

  “Me mum said I should wake
you for breakfast, but I told her to let you sleep. I figured you were tired from the train and all. I’d have slept in, but she’d have had me hide if I skipped the first breakfast she made after I got home. Anyway, I thought we’d go down to the city center and I’d show you around a bit.”

  “City? I didn’t see anything but pastures and sheep on the way in.”

  “Aye. That was from the other direction.”

  “How far is it?”

  “Not far. About a mile or so.”

  “Sounds good. Let’s go.”

  The two boys bundled up for the weather and headed out, passing Beth as they made their way out the front door. She was still smiling at Simon, as if amused. He was embarrassed all over again, but it wasn’t as if she had seen anything. Swim trunks would have displayed more than the huge towel he’d been wearing when she saw him.

  “I think my sister fancies ya.”

  Simon looked at Argyle for a moment, surprised by the comment. “Did she tell you that?”

  “Well, that certainly got your attention now, didn’t it?” Argyle chuckled.

  “Nah, just surprised is all. She’s your sister, after all. I can only assume she’s as screwed up as you are.”

  “Ya hurt me with that sort of talk.” Argyle pretended to clutch at his heart.

  “I know. You must be all broken up inside.”

  “I am. I am.”

  The two boys laughed as they headed on toward town, their conversation drifting to school and the people they knew there. Argyle was quite right about there being plenty of town to see. It wasn’t huge, but there were a number of little shops and eateries along the main strip of it. They spent the largest part of the day traipsing through the shops before stopping to eat at a little bakery that served hot soup and fresh crusts of sourdough bread. The tables on the backside of it overlooked snow-covered mountains nearby.