It makes everyone, all of our instincts sharpen. Because somehow, however she did it, Mavyn just became the deadliest thing in here.
“This,” she murmurs, but the shadows in the corners of the room flinch at her voice, “is the third time you are questioning my business, Professor. You may not have the spiritual moralities of blood demons, but devils are known for their word keeping.Especially, a truth-pulling empath.”
He flinches and steps back. His head lowering an inch before his face twists into a snarl and he bares his fangs at her.
“Will I be needing to remind you again?”
She sounds. . . she sounds like something unreal. Like when fates are spoken and Prophecies of Old are whispered for the first time. Both eternally old and charmingly terrifying.
Professor Asier holds her stare that is bordering on red instead of pink as his magic and aura flares through the room but Mavyn remains like nothingness. A war between two dominants. Two predators who are facing off and there will only be one top alpha.
There wouldn’t be a world where I would bet on anyone other than her.
And cha-ching. Professor Asier snaps his back straight and consorts his face into controlled fury. “No.” His voice barely distinguished from a graveled growl. “You will not.”
He doesn’t wait for Mavyn to say anything else and stalks out of the room. Only leaving us, the people behind us, and Darian on the ground level. He’s still watching Mavyn with intrigued curiosity. But Mavyn doesn’t look at him as she turns to me. Her eyes once again pale pink.
“Want to go to the infirmary now?”
She asks it as if I’m the one with multiple broken bones and who just fought Kolasi and a mage who can control two elemental magics.
A bubble of laughter works up her throat as she stares at me. Probably because I’m looking at her like the crazy person she is.
“You all worry too much,” she chuckles. “Let’s go.”
Ha. As if she had a choice.
Thirty
Varian – Septmust 4
The corridors are quiet with only a few scones lit as I walk back towards my office. There were no casualties and only a few minor injuries. Everyone had been seen during the duration of yesterday after the attack and I hadn’t seen anyone out and about during my rounds around the school.
Edmond and Aslan thought it would be best for us to patrol just in case. The rebels on the field had started to retreat not long after the rest of us got on the battle scene. But it was a distraction tactic because multiple beings came around the back to sneak into the school.
That was when we felt a wave of power indescribable. The magnitude. . . it was colossal. Far greater than Kolasi and even the leader of the rebels.
I make my way down the hall to my office. Castiel had turned in for the night directly after his patrol – right before mine. Despite only being about two to three hundred bodies from the rebels and not even too powerful of races, it had taken a toll. We were all in sync with each other, but we’re all out of practice with actual battle.
I’ll have to up the training next week. Not only Castiel and I, but Thorne, Callahan, Darian, and the rest of the trainee’s. The rebels are becoming more bold. An attack on Syngenia could be an act of actual war. The rebels have the numbers for it.
I enter my office and shut my door directly behind me. The second I do I grab the wrist that was lifted and aimed with a knife towards me and slam it into the wall.
He uses his other hand to punch my side, but his force is relaxed as I grab his neck and slam the rest of his body to the wall. A breathy chuckles puffs in my face as I tighten my hold on him. Irritation flickering throughout my body. I already had to deal with one problematic bloodsucker yesterday, I did not intend to deal with another one tonight.
“I could drag you to Aslan and have them behead you right here right now,” I grit. My jaw aching with the force of clenching it.
He takes his free hand and pulls his hood back to reveal his face. Golden tanned skin that looks darker in the low lighting and twin red eyes encased in gold. “How much you want to bet you won’t though. . . twin brother.”
I shove off him and step back to properly look at him. “I bet the Mage Board would let me leave this damn school if I turned you in. A hundred fucking years as a professor because of your bastard ass.”
The left corner of his mouth curls up in a grin revealing his lone dimple. It’s the only difference in our appearance, otherwise we are identically identical.
“How much you want to bet you’d never leave now?”
A knowing in his eyes has me glaring harder at him. Technically, he is older by four minutes, but I have always acted like the eldest. Percius – or as everyone alive calls him, Kolasi the Death Devil – never fully matured. Even to this day.
“Stop acting like a drama-seeking child. It’s unbecoming.”
