“Totally,” I said as I took a seat next to her. I expected to see more people, but no one came.
“Where is everyone?” I asked as I relaxed into my chair.
Delaney shrugged.
“Well, most of the second years are already on campus, and this is the late-late ferry for us. First years don’t usually board until next week...” Delaney said sweetly.
“Oh, fudge, did I—”
“Your letter told you to be here, right?” she asked calmly.
I nodded as I dug around for my letter in my luggage, unable to find it.
Delaney set her hand over mine, stopping me.
“Early admission is rare. If Blackthorn requested you for check in before the other first years, she must think you’re pretty special.”
I wasn’t sure how to feel about her words. I wanted to reject them, because special didn’t mean normal by any means. It was the exact opposite.
But a part of me craved that sort of attention, to be special. Something other, different... A part of me longed to be accepted for the very differences that made me stand out to everyone else. I hungered for validation, to be put on a higher pedestal.
I had questions, so many thoughts bouncing around in my brain it was hard to focus on one, and instead of asking or voicing them, I only said, “I’m not that special, I can assure you.”
Delaney moved her hands, a deep green glow surrounding her fingertips as a book materialized from thin air.
“We’ll see about that,” she said with a grin.
CHAPTER2
Bane
“It’s not you,it’s me,” I said, my voice steadfast and stern.
Susanne Harding, the ever-present thorn in my side only pouted like I’d just smashed her birthday cake.
“Really, Bane?” She fluttered her eyelashes as she settled her ass on my desk, twirling her long, wavy golden locks. Her voice was full of sarcasm, disdain.
“Yes, really,” I said as I focused on turning the pages in myIntro to Fae Lorebook, instead of on her bony ass.
It wasn’t that Susanne wasn’t attractive. Most of the guys in my class had a thing for the tall, skinny, blonde witch, but unfortunately for them, she’d taken to makingmylife a literal hell instead.
Though I can’t really blame her entirely... Being an incubus, a literal demon of sex, it kind of comes with the territory. I don’t even have to try, honestly. And maybe I liked that in the beginning, when I was younger and going through my first heat. But now...
Now I hate it. I never know if someone really wantsmeor just my body, and most of the time it’s the latter.
Susanne Harding is no different.
“It’s just sex, Bane. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she said as she slid her hand closer to me. “You’ve got to get back on the horse sometime,” she coaxed.
I shot her a look of fire, hoping she could see the err of her words.
This is why I dreaded coming back here this year. But my father said it was best to face the truth head on or people would talk and it will only be worse.
“Back off, Susanne...” I growled, shoving her hand away. She only had the audacity to giggle like a deranged schoolgirl.
“I’m just saying. The best way to get over someone is to get underneath someone else,” she shrugged, pleased as punch that she’d gotten a rise out of me.
“I don’t recall the Methods of Torture Club meeting this early,” Aiden said, pulling my attention away from my anger and the pain in the ass next to me.
