At least they did if all parties accepted the bond.
I’d refused to consider it so far, despite the agony I experienced from the unfulfilled bond.
Fucking witch.
Zane withdrew his blade and patted me condescendingly on the cheek. “Well done. Gold star for our little mage.”
“I’m far from fucking little,” I ground out. I had half an inch in height on the bastard.
He leveled a look at my crotch and smirked. “So I’ve heard.”
The incubus had no boundaries. I shoved him back and wiped my neck, grimacing at the sting where his blade had broken the skin. It was a good job I had healing magic nailed.
And a great pity the goddess hadn’t blessed me with teleportation magic. If she had, I could have left this annoying bastard behind.
“Help our witch, and I won’t search for a workaround that lets me kill you. Deal?”
“There is no workaround.” If there were, my father would have found it. Then again, he derived sick pleasure from causing my mother pain, so perhaps not.
Karma was a bitch, and one day, she’d come for him.
“Like you stand a fucking chance of hurting me, Zane.” I sighed. However, it was pretty fucking obvious Zane would make my life hellif I didn’t agree to help the witch. “What exactly is this spell she can’t do on her own?”
51
Raven
“Where are we supposed to find a pegasus feather?” I groaned. While the grimoire Kenji had borrowed from Montgomery’s office – I refused to call it stealing, as I fully intended to make Kenji return it – contained a spell that might work, the list of ingredients it required was insane.
“Hmm.” Glynda chewed her pen and stared into space. We’d chosen a quiet corner in the human history section of the library, where nobody ever came. The last thing I needed was someone like Demelza listening to my plans.
“Or a mermaid’s scale.” I stabbed the list with my pen and scowled. “Why couldn’t our ancestors have created spells that used stuff we can easily find, like mushrooms or chicken bones? It’s like they tried to make their magic spells as difficult as possible.”
“I’m stumped on the pegasus feather, but we have a merman on campus, so maybe one of his scales would work?”
The thought of asking Kai for a scale had me squirming. It was obvious the merman didn’t want to spend time with me. I’d seenhim earlier while crossing campus. He’d changed paths to avoid me. Hurtful, but I could take a hint.
“You could ask him, I guess.”
Glynda looked confused. “Why can’t you ask him?”
Kenji chuffed in amusement from his perch on a window seat. He lay on his back with a plate of sausages resting on his fluffy white belly. When I threw him a glare, he gave me a middle-claw salute.
“Um, I think he hates me.”
“But I thought he saved your life when you fell into the pool? That doesn’t sound like he hates you. When students hate each other, they usually try to kill each other.”
My jaw dropped. “What? Is murder sanctioned on campus?”
“No, butaccidentshappen. Like the two wolf shifters who died under mysterious circumstances.” The gossip about their deaths had finally died down, much to my relief. I was a terrible liar, and if anyone pulled me in for questioning, I’d spill everything in seconds. Not even joking.
“Yeah, that was, um, sad.” I forced what I hoped was a distressed face while Kenji choked on a sausage.
“Is he alright?” Glynda looked alarmed, but I waved my hand dismissively, anxious to move the conversation on from dead wolf shifters.
“He’ll live.”
“I’ll make sure to shed extra hair in your bed tonight,” Kenji growled once he’d finished choking. “For being so mean.”
