Eden's Playground: Graystone Academy Book One by BE Kelly (highly illogical behavior txt) 📕

thought you just said that you ran into Dugan at the dormitory.” Shit. Duff was fucking everything up. He needed to get his head in the game before he led Theo right to his father. He needed to find Anson and Eden before things got too out of hand.

“Right, but then we walked over to the library together and that was where we parted ways. I’m sure he’s still back there—I didn’t leave him that long ago. If you hurry, you’ll probably be able to catch up with him,” Duff said. He plastered on his best smile and turned to leave. “Good to meet you, Theo,” he said, waving back over his shoulder. “Hope to see you around campus,” he lied. That was the last thing that he wanted to do again and the sooner he got out of there, the better.

“Um, you too, Patrick,” Theo said. He turned to go in the direction of the library and when Duff looked back over his shoulder, to make sure that his deception worked, he was pleasantly surprised to find that it had. Theodore Graystone was on his way to the library to look for Dugan Kirkpatrick. Duff knew for a fact that Theo wouldn’t find his father there and that would give him and Anson time to find Eden and get the hell out of nineteen, ninety-one. Staying in the past was starting to affect their future and that wasn’t something that they could risk.

Anson walked across the quad and Duff wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch him or hug him. “It’s about fucking time,” Duff growled. “Things are about to go sideways and we’re running out of time. We need to find our girl and get the hell back to our own time before the shit hits the fan,” Duff warned.

Anson nodded, “I know just where we’ll be able to find her. Let’s go.” Duff followed his brother back to the woods and he knew that heading back to the scene of the crime couldn’t be good, but if that was where Eden was, then that was where they’d go.

Eden

Eden was about to call in Bianca’s murder when a tall blond fae, who seemed vaguely familiar, tapped her on the shoulder. “Don’t call just yet, Dear,” the fae said.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Eden questioned. The woman smiled at her and winked, shifting into human form right in front of her eyes.

“You might know me like this,” the fae said. Eden instantly recognized the woman.

“Glory,” she almost shouted. “How did you know where I’d be?”

“I didn’t,” Glory admitted. “Well, I didn’t know you at all until me from the future sent a message to me in the past.” Boy, this time travel thing could really get confusing. Keeping track of where they were, and what they knew and didn’t know in both times, was exhausting.

“I don’t follow,” Eden admitted. Glory pulled a yellow piece of lined paper from her pocket and handed it to her.

“I didn’t either, at first, until I found you. This morning I woke up and opened my English Literature book, and this fell out. Go on, read it,” she ordered.

Eden opened the note and began to read it aloud, “Go to the administration building and find a pretty brunette asking for a phone. Help to talk to Bianca.” Eden handed Glory back her note. “I hate to tell you this, Glory, but you’re too late. Bianca is dead and that’s why I’m looking for the phone—to call the authorities.”

“Oh—I see. Well, then, I was the right person for myself to contact,” Glory said.

Eden rolled her eyes, “Yeah—that makes even less sense. Listen, the guys are counting on me to call in Bianca’s murder. I can’t let them down.”

Glory handed Eden another yellow piece of paper and this one had a picture of the twins inside. She read this note out loud also and smiled at the way Glory signed the note, “Love, Glory,” at the end. “These are the boys you will help to raise. They need your help—don’t let me down. Love, Glory,” Eden said.

“So, now you know what I know. How can I help?” Glory asked.

“You can tell me where I can find a phone,” Eden said.

“Or you can take me to Bianca and the three of us can have a chat,” Glory said.

“I’ve already told you that you’re too late for that, Glory. She’s already dead,” Eden said. She didn’t have time to stand around repeating herself.

“And I told you that it’s good that I sent me to help you. I can help you talk to Bianca, my dear. It’s a simple spell, as long as it hasn’t been too long since she died, we can talk to her spirit. I take it you’re a first-year witch, in your time. This spell is something you’ll learn in your third year at Graystone,” Glory said. “How long ago did she die?”

“She’s been dead for about forty minutes now,” Eden said. She couldn’t believe that she was considering the possibility of talking to her dead aunt. What would she even say to the woman? She just watched Bianca try to kill Head Master Simmons and then had to watch him shift and rip her aunt’s guts out. As far as bad days went, Eden was pretty sure she was living her worst one so far.

Glory made a humming noise and shot her a look of pity, “You have had a day of it, haven’t you?” she asked. “So, you’re Theo’s daughter then?” Glory asked.

“I am,” Eden admitted.

“And the boys in that picture are Kirkpatricks?” Glory questioned.

“Yes—and I’m afraid of what their futures will look like if we don’t help them, Glory. I can’t let them go back to the same man their father was before. We can’t let him be blamed for my aunt’s death. He didn’t kill her,” Eden insisted.

“You’re in love with the boys, aren’t you?” Glory asked, interrupting her monologue.

“What?” Eden asked.

“You’ve fallen in love with