With a snap of his fingers, Callum dispels the illusion. Reality slams back into focus and leaves a ringing in my ears. The only evidence that we were gone is Gemma’s curious stare...and a hint of blood on Callum’s lips. He licks them, and the cut on my cheek—thefakecut—tingles.
Minor illusions don’t have lasting consequences once they dispel. That’s magic 101. Callum is either hiding a lot more power than he lets on, or he’s channeling magic from the academy grounds to strengthen his abilities. Either way, that makes him more dangerous . . . and more likely to attract the attention of potential mates.
He meets my gaze with a slow-curving smile that makes my heart flip.
Slamming my textbook closed, I quickly avert my gaze and stand from my seat. “I need to rest,” I announce, sending an apologetic look Gemma’s way. “Full moon and all.”
She doesn’t seem like she believes me, and with the amount of moans and groans muffled around us, I don’t blame her. “Alright,” she says. “We don’t have classes tomorrow, so I’ll see you once the Games start.”
I nod and gather my things. “Thanks.”
Before I can leave, Callum’s icy hand wraps around my wrist. I stare at his long fingers encircling my entire wrist. “See you soon, Wildflower,” he whispers. “I’ll be waiting.”
Desire burns through me as our eyes meet, and I gasp, pulling my hand free and cursing under my breath. Heat pulses through my veins, as intoxicating as it is dangerous, and I quickly turn away. Callum’s rich laugh while I walk away is the only confirmation I have that he’s fucking with my head. Either that, or I reallyamtoo hormonal for my own good.
Pretty soon, I’ll dream about Revyn, Alistair,andCallum sharing my bed with me at the same time.
A shiver rolls down my spine.
Fuck, that sounds better than it should.
Chapter 19
Sienna
On my wayout of the library, I wade through meandering bodies—some making out, others groping each other as they walk. You’d think that the staff would discourage people from hooking up all across campus when there are perfectly good beds on nearly every floor of the castle, but no, people openly engage in foreplay anywhere the mood strikes.
I mistakenly lock eyes with a woman clinging to her lover’s neck against a shelf, and she grins, clearly having the time of her life.
A pang of longing hits, and I quickly look away.
What I need is a cold bath.Icecold. So cold that it makes Callum’s body feel warm in comparison. A bead of sweat drips down my back, and I imagine his chilled touch soothing me—from the heat of my skin to the ache in my chest, his hands wandering from my lips to my chest, along the curve of my waist, over the swell of my hips, between my thighs to the scorching hot need desperate for relief?—
Groaning, I run a hand through my sweat-damp hair. I need to lock myself in my room to entertain my fantasies without the risk of acting upon them. Then again, it’s only a matter of time before Iamalone with him.
I bite my lip. If I asked him for a no-strings-attached orgasm, would he give it to me? A shiver rolls down my spine at the thought of his wicked tongue being put to better use than ever before?—
As I’m passing a study room, someone reaches out and grabs my hand, yanks me inside, and slams the door shut. I jab my elbow into their neck, making them choke, but before I can strike again, they wrap their arms around me and hold me captive.
“Easy there, gorgeous, it’s just me.” Warm breath tickles my ear as Revyn buries his nose in my hair and groans. “Fuck, you smell even better up close.”
I let out a growled warning. “Get your hands off me!”
He tenses. “Not until you talk to me. You can’t keep sending that...” His voice hardens. “Undead bastardafter me. I’m not a threat, Sienna, not to you.”
Holding my ground, I scoff. “Says the man who’s bitten metwice.”
He doesn’t deny it, nor would I let him. “You make it sound like a bad thing, baby.” His hands fall to my hips, and he whispers, “I remember someone enjoying it so much that she begged me not to stop.”
I laugh, the sound as bitter on my tongue as the stench in the air. My lip curls as the scent lingers, wafting off of him like perfume. “Gods, you reek, Revyn.”
His beard scratches my skin as he sighs into the curve of my neck. “Sorry. That’s not me. It’s the girls. They?—”
Thewhat?
Anger pulses through me, and I shove Revyn off. My heart races as I spin around to face him, inhaling and deliberately scenting him. There it is again, an acrid bitterness that makes me chafe on the inside. “You’re lettinggirlstouch you?” I knewthat I’d seen him with two women a few days ago, but I was so angry with him that I brushed it off.
Scenting them up close brings all my inner demons out to play.
