“Did you get vengeance?” Her eyes flickered to Hunter, who was still radiating with his vengeance magic.
“Yes.” He met her gaze. “I was going to get rid of his body before anyone found out.”
She sighed, glancing down at our professor’s body. “What happened?”
“He’s been fucking with our mate,” Dex seethed.
“And sleeping with his students,” Hunter added. “I did report this to you.”
“He always used his position to be a creep,” Bram muttered.
“But our main problem was him sniffing around our mate,” Skel admitted.
“We warned him,” Reed explained.
“So did I.” She turned away from his corpse. “To be honest, I don’t see anything here. I was just out for a walk.”
Hunter grinned, striking Ironwood’s body with vengeance once again, this time turning him to dust. “I don’t see anything either, Headmistress.”
She smirked. “Well, I guess you’re proctoring the final for his class, hmm?”
Hunter groaned, tilting his head back slightly. “Damn it.”
She smirked. “I need to get back to my mates now, before they worry. Have a good night.”
“You as well.”
As she walked away, I exhaled a breath of relief.
The night was far from over, but at least Ironwood wouldn’t be a nuisance anymore.
42
PANDORA
Snow dusted the sand in the coldest part of the Demon Capital as the Ice Factory loomed ahead. The sandstone building had ice creeping along the walls. It was a cruel contrast to the rest of the territory. Rusting metal beams were frozen, and the air reeked of stagnant water as a frigid breeze slithered around us, hissing as it scraped across my face. It was laced with the scent of sulfur.
The day of another mission had come, and my mates and I stood with Jesper and his men outside the Ice Factory, ready to sabotage another ritual space of Sybil Shaw’s.
We only had three weeks left until what was supposed to be the big ritual. Just three weeks until I would be forced to say goodbye to Nebula.Twenty-one days.
The thought churned inside of me like a soulless corpse, but I buried it as quickly as it came.
Instead, I focused on the tiny kitten skull in my hands, tracing the delicate cracks along the surface.
“I can sense dark magic,” I murmured. “And souls. The building is holding a lot of cultists.”
It was just like Jesper’s spy had told us.
“Be prepared for anything,” Nebula told us. “She knows what you’re doing now. She’ll have taken precautions.”
Another fact the spy had told us. Sybil was well aware that there was a spy among her, and she wasn’t concerned about it.
She was overconfident.
Dex’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and tugged me against his chest. “We’re prepared.”
“Don’t worry, Nebs, we’ll protect our princess,” Skel promised.
