“Detention has just been draining me this week.”
Fucking detention. My blood boils in my veins and once more I consider storming into the Headmaster’s office to give him every profanity I know.
“I still can't believe they’re having you rebuild Dormitory J.”
Reluctantly I pull back from her and guide her down the busy hall to her next class. Travels through History. It’s not a popular subject and only half a dozen students are filing into the room.
Professor Thorne is already scrawling notes across the board. At least he’s one of the good ones. He won't give Izara a shit time for something petty.
Unlike most of the professors.
I’m still staring into the quiet classroom when warmth skims along my bicep.
“Hey.” Phoenix gives me a half nod at my side and it feels very… suspicious.
Can a half nod be suspicious?
Another tense nod.
It seems it can.
“Hey,” I say back and one word has never sounded so ridiculously awkward. I shake it off and press my lips to Izara’s. It’s too quick and fleeting but she pulls back from me and I suffer slightly when she kisses Phoenix too. Her hand squeezes mine, drawing my attention back to her.
I’m not jealous exactly. I just want more. All of the time.
“I’ll see you tonight,” she promises but I don’t know what it means since we didn’t have plans.
“Okay.” My fingers slide through hers as she slips away into Professor Thorne’s lecture.
But Phoenix doesn’t follow her.
His big body lingers at my side. My worst nightmare is confirmed. He isn’t here for Izara at all.
He’s here for me.
Shit.
“Did you want to talk?” I bluntly ask, turning and striding down the hall. He walks at a calmer pace. It’s like nothing in this world is a rush for him and he’s content to take his time which forces me to take my damn time too.
Phoenix and I are friends. Kind of. But this feels a little bit like caging an animal, and I can’t shake the feeling that I don’t want to be a part of whatever he’s hunted me down for. I have a free period right now and I’ve never prayed so hard to be randomly thrown into confinement in all my life.
“Tomorrow we need to be complaisant.”
I stop dead in my tracks. My sneakers even squeak in shock.
“Complaisant?”
Since when the hell does Phoenix say things likecomplaisant? It makes him sound so Harvard grad instead of prison encampment.
His big emerald eyes search my face and I can tell he’s really been plotting whatever it is that’s flying through his little demon mind right now.
It’s… completely fucking weird.
“Yeah, I want Malek to lead everything. Whatever he says we do, we do.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Do demons ever have like changelings? Pod people? That kind of thing?”
