My body flushed with desire from the husky tone of just his voice, and my hands fell to my sides as my consciousness slammed back to reality.
Who exactly was the headmaster? Did I actually know anything about him? And why did his voice make my insides clench in a painfully good way?
She opened the door and walked inside, holding the door open for us to walk in behind her. Trixie strolled in first, and a scent of embers embedded itself into my senses. It was paralyzing. The scent, and the effect it had on me wasn’t like anything I’d ever felt before.
“Let’s go,” Fallon hissed, and I blinked a few times before forcing my legs to move forward.
I had to make it into that office, whether it was to be kicked out of the academy or for some other purpose.
I made it two steps before the room became nothing more than an empty space. My body went rigid, and I sucked in a gasp as my gaze landed on the most unique man I’d ever seen.
His eyes were full of orange and red flames that glowed with fascination as they raked up and down, burning me from the inside out.
Full crimson red locks hung to his shoulders, and his facial hair was a sophisticated red stubble that accentuated his strong jawline. His nose was straight, his lips were full, and he was a massive man with strong arms and hands lined with veins. His hands curled into fists on his desk.
He was perfect.
“Mine,” he growled as smoke plumes blew out of his nostrils.
Magic came alive in my veins, rushing through my body and soaking my heart in warmth and belonging.
Electricity sparked the air between us as our magic began flowing into each other, and I gasped out at the foreign feeling.
He stood up, his chair flew backwards, and he grabbed the side of his desk and pushed it into the wall, where it hit with a clang.
I didn’t flinch. The desk was in between us, in our way, and he removed it with one push. The thought of anything, being or object, between us made my heart twist in my chest.
But I needed to be closer.
My feet carried me forward until I was just a couple more steps away. “Mate,” I rasped. “You’re my mate.”
The Fates had given me another mate and just after I’d broken a bond they’d bestowed. Maybe they weren’t angry, or maybe they were going to mate me with someone who will reject me again.
Panic seized me, and my gaze wandered up his tall and muscular frame to meet his eyes.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and his head was still an inch taller than mine.
He reached out his hand toward Fallon and Trixie; I’d forgotten they were even there. “Get out and shut the door behind you. I need to be alone with my mate,” he barked the order, but him calling me his mate made my magic spur.
“But, Rowan, they were dabbling in dark magic. They did a ritual!” Fallon sputtered, and the fire in his eyes burned brighter.
“Get out,” he rumbled.
“Oh, Professor Fallon, you have mushrooms growing out of your chest,” Trixie said in a surprised, mocking tone.
“What?” Fallon snapped, before she let out a growl.
“You might want to get that checked out,” Trixie advised her, and footsteps echoed as she left the room, leaving a shrieking Professor Fallon behind.
I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, and his gaze didn’t leave mine either, so I was only piecing together what I had heard.
More smoke rolled out from his nose and lips as he let out a room-shaking roar. “Out!”
Hesitant footsteps left the room along with a slam of the door, and my heart pounded my breastbone relentlessly.
He held both hands out with his palms up, and I noticed a simplistic vibrant red breeze etched into his left palm. I hesitantly placed my palms against his. A thrumming magical current poured from each of us and filled the other.
“One-hundred-twenty years of being alone, of being told that I would never have a mate,” he rasped, threading his fingers through mine.
