Run.Ronan stood there, his mind screaming for his body to catch on to the snapping twigs behind him. It was close, whatever it was, but it had yet to actually reach him.He just had to run.A tremor of energy crawled through his body, the push to flee slamming against a strange wall of frozen nerves as his body didn't even twitch. He tried again, the same force squeezing his joints resounding with an unnatural pull.Run, run, run.He could feel his heart dip with the rollercoaster of emotions, picking up to a hammering pound as he came to a disturbing realisation.His mind was racing into a chaotic mess, but the desire to flee screamed over all the other ideas. His legs were weak, but not enough to stop him from running.It wasn't fear binding him."Ronan, quick! Insanctious!" Phantom called, oblivious to the spell that had even sealed his lips from moving.Ronan could only stare at Phantom in crushing silence, every in

Truvius slipped into the study room, a home of books and perfectly filed notes that he had made his own. The only essence of Ronan to ever grace the shared space was a bottle of strange smelling liquid he had sprayed the desk's legs with, but Puff still gnawed at them.Other than that, he never visited the space.Not once.He went at a stack of textbooks he'd tucked onto a shelve, pulling away the pile to reveal a neatly tied and folded package of loose paper. It was the perfectly lined and cut parchment Ronan had brought from Earth, immaculately white spare the scrawls of writing he had tainted them with. A collection of sorted one sided conversations Truvius' had been busting his brain over deciphering.He carefully placed the stack on the desk, tugging out a few iron bound books tucked under the desk to drop next to the papers with a crunch. Ronan had left again, nowhere to be found for hours on end and completely out of range of his sender.Eve

Ronan held his phone up as he lay on his bed, clicking the power button nonchalantly. After weeks of faithful service it had finally died, so even if he wanted to share Phantoms existence with anyone else, he couldn't.Truvius wasn't in the study room for once, he hadn't seen him since he left to the library. A trip he was taking more than usual in the past two weeks.Puff sat on the pillow beside Ronan, looking down at Jeremy who was slinking back and forth beneath the bed. His uncle hadn't replied to his letter about getting back to Earth, conveniently forgetting most of his questions and answering the unimportant ones.He grabbed a sheet of paper, catching Jeremy's scowl. Dear Staz,I'll ask this again, if you're so pissed off about Red kidnapping me why can't you take me back? Also, thank you for finally accepting to take care of Puff, please keep Jay away from him though, your guardian has an affinity for bullying him.Als

"Walk any faster and I'll think you're excited to see Lightwood." Veronica said, letting a grin slide as Ronan slowed to match her and Talli's strides. "Ten days," he growled. "And a half," Veronica added, giving Ronan's shoulder a consoling pat. "Don't let Red get to you." "I'm not. I was thinking about other stuff," Ronan sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets with a bitter frown. "He just has this mood dampening superpower." "He is kind of mean..." Talli muttered. "It's no wonder he goes off on missions and hides in his room all the time. He probably doesn't even have any friends, unless you count Maria and Draven." "It's more manners with my sister, believe me," Veronica replied, gazing at the iron bound doors of Mr. Mudelin's classroom with a suppressed shudder. "This place reminds me of a dungeon." The door cracked at her trailing voice, slipping open ever so slightly for Mr. Lightwood to peek through with a cattish smile. "No one ever said it wasn't. If you look har

Veronica walked into Mr. Mudelin's class, the iron maws slamming behind to call the class to her entrance. Mr. Mudelin himself only gave her three seconds of attention. "Late, the exam has already started Strylez."With a pressed smile she ignored his stare. It was Cinder's fault for attacking the dragon clock when she'd decided on an afternoon nap. "But present nonetheless." She said, pulling off a staged bow for the glaring teacher. "Apologies sir, I was just making sure I was completely ready.""Your lack of a combat suit certainly shows that," he replied, quickly skimming the crowds of students. "Minefeld, you have a new partner. Please refrain from sending Strylaz to the nursing wing."She locked with Truvius' gaze, an evil smirk pulled by the joy in her mid. He had successfully avoided her conversations, never landing himself alone under her wrath because he knew it would spell the end. He was working with Red, and they had some cruel plan for Ronan that she was going to rip out