Callahan chuckles with him.Aren’t you angels supposed to be all light and innocent? It almost seems like you’re more tainted than all of us, Darian.
If only you knew, devil.
It’s a perfume,I answer Darian.Vampires can’t naturally smell like that. I’ll be lucky if I can even swallow a mouthful of her rotting blood.
Darian hums within my mind and I can feel his disagreement.
She burned in the sun,I snap at him.Pushing his disagreement away. The only being who actually burns in the sun are vampires. Which rules out vampyr and blood demon.
Callahan hums now.Were you actually considering she was a blood demon?
I thought about it since she had a need for regular food. Her stomach had actually growled in the cafeteria, meaning she needed the food. Not even vampyr really need food like that if they have a healthy enough supply of blood.
Both of them contemplate.
After I taste her blood we’ll know for sure. They both bring their attention back to me.The first week parties start tomorrow night and last till Sunday. She’ll have to come to at least one, I’ll do it then. Then we can be done with her.
I can feel Darian’s emotions and thoughts disagreeing with me on my last statement as well. From what I’m feeling he seems like he’s just beginning with her. I pick up a bit of that from Callahan too, but as far as I’m concerned they can do whatever they want to her.
That fury-coated adrenaline does not flush my veins at the thought of my brothers playing with her. Even if we don’t share blood by birth, we’re as close as true brothers could get.
With a last thought telling Callahan to get out of my mind, he leaves dragging Darian with him. Sitting back in my chair I look over the girl. It doesn’t make sense for her to be a vampyr or a blood demon since she burned in the sun. Unless it’s possible or her to be a vampyr without the strand of DNA allowing her to walk in the sun. It could explain why her eyes are pink as well, her blood is weak.
With those attributes she could have been mistaken for a newly turned vampire. Especially if a true vampire did try to turn her as well. But that wouldn’t explain why she let the enforcers and Mage Board believe that. Unless, of course, Asier was right and she is a spy.
So many questions for the little poison drop. I wonder if she’s as deadly as she smells. After all, blue belladons are the one plant deadly to all. They taste divine, like the most holy fruit, but they can kill anything within seconds. If my mother hadn’t been there when I was younger with a readied antidote I would have been dead within seconds.
The professor starts to wrap up the class and she looks so content. Completely unbothered by the fact that she almost died. Even when the sun first hit her face, it almost looked like she was welcoming it. Instead of immediately cowering like any other vampire she basked in the light. She closed her eyes as if she was savoring the warmth before Ruleten threw his jacket over her and tackled her to the ground.
Speaking of, I need to go hunt him down for answers. As the society president for the Stone House and him swearing into the house as a member, he has no choice but to answer to me.
My first question will be what her blood tasted like.
What. The. Fuck.
The bells ring signaling the end of this class and the students begin standing to leave. I do the same, nearly jumping out of the chair and leaving through the back door instead of the main one she goes through. I need to find Ruleten now, and not because I need to know what her blood tastes like.
He should have lunch at this time. It’s the same timeframe as his girlfriend has, I remember him gushing about the ordeal and how she’ll be starting classes. The same girlfriend who’s rooming with the girl and who he made a blood oath with. Of all the people I know, very few of them know how to properly do runic magic. Especially powerful enough runic magic for something as powerful as a blood oath.
I take the long way to the cafeteria so I know I’ll miss the girl and cut through all the people like a knife in water. Even if I have to drag Ruleten to Asier so he can influence his empathic magic and make Ruleten tell the truth, I’m getting my answers.
The sneaky little brat didn’t seemed fazed by Varian’s magic even though she had to be. No one can resist empathic magic.
She said a devil raised her and was just like him, but even then no one compares to Varian’s power. Yet she looked at his truth pulling magic and fucking smirked at him. I swear even I could hear his thoughts about wanting to throw her over his knee and spank her ass red.
I find Asher’s green eyes right as he sits down on a bench. His girlfriend is right next to him and I don’t see her across from him until I’m already beside their table. I can already hear the whispers and feel the glances as I peer down at the little vampire. The anomaly who is currently shoving roasted vegetables into her mouth.
And fucking all that is unholy, her damn perfume invades all my senses.
“You could at least chew,” I drawl. I don’t even process saying it. My head almost feels cloudy with her sweet scent and a throbbing ache in my fangs.
She whips her head up and focuses glaring pink eyes at me. Her cheeks are slightly puffed, full of food, and she slowly chews only once before swallowing. Undeniable proof Callahan and Asier were both correct about her being a brat. Not that I didn’t believe them, but now it’s directed at me.
“Wouldn’t want you to choke, after all.”
I still don’t fully process what I’m saying. She really must bathe in that perfume to smell this strongly.
She snorts as she licks her lips and stabs a piece of carrot. I track the movement of her tongue before it slips back into her mouth and she widens her lips to stuff the carrot into her mouth. She chews it a few times before swallowing. Slow and deliberate, though there’s a sudden shift in her energy. Despite it being weak, I can sense the subtle roil through it.
