“I heard that Logan flat-out refused to take more than that,” Belle whispered. “Boy may be hot, but he’s scary, and no oneeven attempted to force his hand.”
I tried not to think about Logan, or that fucking hoodie that I’d found myself sleeping in most nights this week. It was softand comfortable, and there was no other reason I kept putting it on.
I’d always liked comfort, and for some reason, his was softer than any of my hoodies.
“I’m mostly looking forward to staring at him for an hour,” Sara said casually, slinging her bag over her shoulder too. “He’sbeen starring front and center in my dreams lately, and I would bite off a piece of that warlock with nothing more than acrook of his finger at me.”
My magic flared, heat overflowing inside me, which I ignored as I forced myself to act normal while we headed for his class.These special spellcaster lectures were held in the same room as necromancy history. They needed the stadium seating becausethere was no way everyone wouldn’t turn out for this.
The four of us took a seat, with the rest filling up quickly. I saw Marcus off in the distance, but he was chatting to hisfriends, and I tried to ignore the twinge in my chest. He’d seen me briefly after my attack to check I was okay, but he’dmade no mention of us hooking up again. I had no idea if it was guilt or if he’d lost interest, but either way... our buddingfriendship had fizzled out already.
That might be a record.
Once the room was full, Logan entered without fanfare, striding in, the door slamming closed behind him. If you weren’t alreadyin the room, you clearly weren’t getting in.
“Silence,” he rumbled, and to my great surprise everyone shut the fuck up. He wasn’t a professor, but our magical essencerecognized the apex predator in the room.
“I don’t want to take this class,” Logan continued, his disdain seeping out. “It was part of my deal to transfer to Weatherstone,and with that being said, I’m here to give you all a brief understanding of the affinity that is spellcasting.”
“Fuck me dead,” Sara groaned softly. “This dude could recite the alphabet and I’d be there.” She was dating blondiesurf warlock, but apparently there was no substitute for a spellcaster.
Forcing myself to focus on Logan, I noticed the slightest twitch to his lips. “Lesson one,” he said, and without moving fromthe center of the room or lifting his hands, he sent all of our seats shaking.
There were screams and gasps as the entire stadium seating lifted about five feet off the ground, before dropping again amoment later. The silence that followed was heavy as we acknowledged the predator.
“We control the matter of the world,” Logan continued, showing no strain despite the fact he’d just lifted thousands of poundsof witch and warlock. “And if you understand science at all, you know that everything is made of matter. Of elements and cells.Of energy I can manipulate. Don’t get me wrong, I have the limitations of my body, and if I attempted to, say... throwthe Earth’s axis off, my magic would be exhausted and I would die. But on a smaller scale, we don’t have many limits.”
That heavy silence lingered, and I wondered if I was the only one whose heart pounded like I’d just run a marathon. It wasa fear response, plain and simple. Sara fanned her face, giving zero cares that he could kill her with a thought.
“I could destroy you all with ease,” Logan continued, and he smiled. Creepy asshole. Though most of the witches in the frontrow were leaning forward with keen interest. “Some of you could hold out for a few minutes, if you had a strong grasp of yourown affinities. In larger numbers, you could fight back, but remember I control the same affinities that you do. Using wateragainst me won’t do much when I am stronger and can counter it. The only way to beat a spellcaster is to have enough witchesand warlocks, and enough power, to overwhelm them. Not that I’d suggest trying it.”
I studied him as one would do when faced with a creature of unknown origin. Logan might be a warlock, but he was unlike any I’d ever known. My gaze was drawn to that golden skin, and the flash in eyes so icy green that they were as unnatural as his power. Why had he sought me out in the hallway after my attack? Why had he refused to defend Walter?
It made no sense.
More importantly, why couldn’t I stop thinking about him?
What the Hel was wrong with me?He hates me.His family had a fucking blood oath against mine, and yet... I found myself innately curious about him. The second hepulled that hoodie over my head, I should have taken it to Trevor to burn to cinders, and yet... I couldn’t let it go.
“Lesson two...” Logan continued, and I wiped those other thoughts because I had no idea what he would do next.
Thankfully, there was no more attempting to move the building, but he did demonstrate his control of air, fire, water, wind,animals, elements, weather, tides... it was a ridiculous list.
“Can you use necro energy?” a student called from the back of the stands. “Since you dominate all the other affinities.”
Logan lifted his head in the witch’s direction, expression almost bored. “No one can touch the planes of existence and nonexistenceunless they are necromancers. It is their one true calling, and while I have some control over the dead they summon here,I will never be able to call spirits to our plane of existence.” The slightest chink in the spellcaster arsenal.
“Can you feel a student’s affinity if they don’t know what it is yet?”
I jerked to the side to see Belle with her hand in the air; not that she’d waited for him to call on her.What the fuck are you doing?I mouthed at her with a glare, but of course she ignored me.
Logically speaking, considering she was well aware of her affinity, that question was for me. Logan knew it too, as he fixedhis penetrating gaze on my face. “I’ve never done so, but I don’t see why I couldn’t.”
Belle lifted my hand. “Paisley volunteers.”
Oh my goddesses. “I’m going to kill you,” I muttered from the corner of my mouth. “And then find a necro to resurrect youso I can kill you again.”
She snorted, before coughing to cover her laughter. “Come on, we might as well make him useful. And we both know you’re desperateto find your affinity.”
