?Mavyn has been tight-lipped about it. She spoke so freely about everything before, and Alexandros had to ruin it by taking Varian and attacking.
?She hasn’t even been coming back to any of our rooms to sleep with us. Hasn’t spoken to Castiel or Callahan, and Darian has been avoidant just as much.
?We all heard her within Varian’s mind when she was speaking to Alexandros. She was not bluffing when she said she could – and would – kill all those people. Alexandros could hear it. What none of us did hear was the why.
?She said he was not going to destroy the willow today. Insinuating that it would be destroyed later.
?She’s still keeping secrets.
?I tried confronting her last week. After her first class with Varian – except these last two weeks it’s been Percius teaching the classes, unbeknownst to anyone – I dragged her away from her friends and into a courtyard to ask. Nearly begged because she should have told us everything and yet we still know nothing.
?She simply stared at me with those pink eyes of hers that look so dull compared to her bloodred ones. I feel like she was trying to tell me something with her eyes. Or maybe I was trying to see something that would never be there.
?She was silent when she left me standing there and I have not spoken to her since. I feel like we’re running circles with getting close only for her to back off.
?She takes a vile of something out of her purse and drinks it in one gulp as her friends make for the bar and start ordering drinks. A shiver runs through her body as she swallows and I wonder what it is.
?Jullia downs a few shots before clamping a bare hand on Mavyn’s exposed arm and drags her to the dance floor. I internally wince for my fated, but she doesn’t even blink. Either her lessons have come through exceptionally – which I know they haven’t because I’m constantly watching her spar with Kyno – or she’s drunk.
?The girls make for the middle of the dance floor and they don’t wait for the next song to start before they begin moving their bodies.
?I’m captivated.
?The flickering and strobing lights not deterring me from watching every twitch and shake and movement from her. That little black dress that is practically a second skin leaving nothing to the imagination and I see it as both a gift and a curse.
?Both of them are jammed with bodies surrounding them, but Mavyn doesn’t seem to notice all the skin touching her. She also doesn’t notice the looks. Both from girls glaring at her body and her scars, and the men lusting after her.
?There’s no question she’s beautiful – especially without the makeup and outfit. Not even her scars ruin it like they do with others. And her scars are not beautiful. To say that would be a lie because pain inflicted on a child is the exact opposite, but she never lets them bother her. I’ve seen that. She only covers up because of the weakness they provide – that being when someone touches her she feels pain and not because people will know she’s been tortured.
?I wish she would talk to me. I wish I had more than whatever bullshit Alexandros keeps sprouting and Varian keeps trying to console. He hasn’t spoken to Mavyn either, even though he’s said he could. She’s left the cemented bond between them open which would allow for them to speak to each other mentally.
?He said it will be easier if we were face to face. We all have to wait for when we’re face to face.
?When will that be. . . ? None of us have any idea.
?Percius has only said that Alexandros won’t lead us astray, but he isn’t leading us anywhere at this point. He and Mavyn need to speak, but there’s no way for us to do that unless he sneaks into the school or does so through Varian’s mind.
?Why he hasn’t tried doing that yet. . . ? I also have no idea. Well. . . I would think it has something to do with the fact that Mavyn not only dominated the demigod, but she also demanded he heed.
?Alexandros has always been a headstrong man, but he can admit when he’s wrong. However, to be forced to back down when your opponent didn’t even move from her position was a sight. Not only that, but she spoke to him with such a dismissive tone and yet it sounded closer to her speaking facts than anything else. As if she was writing a fate.
?Her power is something I will never be able to comprehend.
?It’s made even more right now when she is like this. Her aura nonexistent and her eyes that rosy color. She feels as powerful as a vampire would and that is nothing.Nothing. She feels closer to nothing and yet holds a magic no one being has ever been able to before.
?At least, a being who was not a primordial.
?She’s said she’s not a god. She also can’t be a blood witch because she has blue flame. She’s a descendent of Sanivin, and Syngenia the Blood Witch, and Esmirra seems to think she’s Syngenia reincarnated. She’s not a vampyr, that’s for sure.
?Maybe she is like Desmityros. A type of being who is also a primordial. But she would have to be a celestial, and I can’t see her being a devil, angel, demigod, or demon. There’s toomuchof her and her magic. No being I could name would be able to contain it.
?I grab my drink I had forgotten about when she walked through the doors and sip it. I had heard Asher and Jullia talkingabout this. The rest of the horde coming in to drink before heading out to collect Mavyn.
?A last night of release before the studying begins tomorrow and exams take place the week after. She and her group will be presenting their Magic History presentation to the Mage Board next Monday. It’s something I’m looking forward to watching. Something even Callahan has been keeping his mouth shut about.
?Bodies move and music changes but my eyes never leave her. Her eyes closed, her hands moving up and down her body as she dances to the beat. It’s obviously not just classical or ballroom dancing that she enjoys. As long as there’s good music, I’m assuming, since she’s constantly listening to it.
?I’ll be joining her in a minute, I’ve decided. I need to feel her. I need her body on mine. I need her warmth and her sweet scent andher. I constantly need her.
