Getting To Know You: Katia Lescinka

Oh, cut the B.S. Pretending like you don’t know who I am?  Right. Like everyone here doesn’t know my name. And my story. I’ve heard three different versions today alone. So what’s it to you? Looking for something you can gossip about with your hideous friends? Well, how about this. It’s none of your damn business!

Seriously. Get lost!

Hell’s bells. You’re not going anywhere, are you? Annoying and persistent? Lucky me. Fine. Let’s just get this over with. What do you want to know anyway?

I’m a first year here at Crossroads. Yeah, I know. Late start, but I’ll catch up. Aside from studying, it’s not like there’s much else around here I’d wanna bother with. I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for my Great Uncle Aldo. This was all his idea. Apparently being the head of the Elder’s Council has its privileges. He was able to pull some strings and get me admitted despite my lack of… preparation. Thanks to him, I’m stuck here playing nice with the young and entitled– like you. Given the choice I’d never have signed up for this pretentious prep school crap.

But you already knew that didn’t you? What you really want to know is where I came from and why no one even knew Aldo Lescinka had an heir until last year? Here’s the thing: I hate liars. Don’t pretend you haven’t heard the rumors. Like you don’t know that my mother died of the blood disease. Like you don’t know that I’m an orphan. That you hadn’t heard my grandmother was Aldo’s twin and that she was estranged from the family for hundreds of years. It’s all so scandalous, right? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You want to get the dirt on me. Something no one else knows? Where did they tell you I grew up? In some archaic little village? In the mountains of Estonia? Latvia? Belarus? Whatever. It doesn’t matter.

Here’s what you really need to know about me: I’m not here to make friends. I could care less about your parties, your expensive clothes, and your stupid cliques. I don’t need you or anyone else. I’m here to fulfill a promise to my great uncle, and if I’m lucky, sharpen my martial arts skills so that one day I can join the Linkuri.

That’s right. I can see you’re starting to get it now. I like to hunt, to fight. And I’m good at it. I’m not afraid of a little pain, a few broken bones, or the bloodlust. And as far as I can tell, the rules? Well, they only apply if you get caught. I will do whatever it takes to get what I want– So stay the hell out of my way.

Crossroads (Crossroads Academy, #1)

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