If they’re not bothered then I will force myself not to be bothered as well. Asher fills me in on his weekend at the house. He hasn’t seen any sign of Thorne or the rest of the celestials and apparently neither has anyone else in his house.
Not that I give a single shit. I hadn’t wanted to reveal the fact that there’s poison in my veins but at least hopefully it’ll stop any more questions about my race. And from what Hanna and Jullia have said everyone was cleared out right before Jullia threw the dagger at Thorne. Meaning no one else knows we were poisoned.
I haven’t asked about the dagger or why Jullia has it, and I don’t think I’m going to. I don’t really want to know. I just want to finish this school and then go home.
Jullia drones on about the school work and I listen only barely. I should have spent all weekend doing said work, but nowI have a shit ton of papers to write and equations to solve and I need to profusely thank Nana and Ms. Elaycia for not putting me into an ordered school system. At least next year I can pick the majority of my classes.
Jullia nudges my hand and I focus on her face. She gives me a look. “You ate everything, are you okay?”
I look down at my empty tray. My belly is full and I have more energy than I did all weekend, but I still feel like shit.
“You think I’ll get kicked out if I fail Magic History?”
Jullia blanches but it’s Asher who nonchalantly says, “Most definitely. Of all the classes that is the one you don’t want to fail.” Jullia smacks his shoulder as he chuckles. “Don’t worry about it, Mavyn. You still have the rest of the year, one bad grade on an assignment won’t fail you.”
I’m still not fully convinced but Jullia announces we better go so we put our trays away and start heading out. It’s over cast today but the clouds aren’t thick enough for me to go without the umbrella. At least Jullia hides underneath it with me. She did the same thing last week too, saying I was lucky because at least I had a shield against the heat.
Asher parts ways as we make our way down the rest of the hall. Other students are meandering in, and I catch a glimpse of dirty blond hair ducking in. Crossing my fingers, I hope nothing happens. Callahan wasn’t explicitly involved in anything. All the drama happened between me, Thorne, and a bit of Darian – not including Castiel D’etre in the end.
All I remember of the devil was him leaning against the wall and then picking me up before offering me his blood. I’d rather rip my own neck out than drink the blood of a devil everagain. No offense to him or anything, he’s more or less left me alone out of all of the celestials, but trauma is a bitch.
Professor Asier isn’t here when we enter, and instead of taking the stairs closest to the door to our row, I pull Jullia to the other side so I don’t have to scoot past Callahan. I can feel his eyes tracking us as we move, and Jullia says nothing about. I’m sure she also wants to stay out of their sights after threatening and almost killing Thorne.
Nothing is said as I get to my seat and sit in it. I set my tablet and Jullia’s stylus on the desk and keep my eyes forward. Clearly luck isn’t on my side because Callahan crosses his arms as he leans back and fully turns his head towards me.
“Why don’t you have a notebook?”
He’s only loud enough for me, and possibly Jullia to hear. Jullia had offered to get me a notebook and some pens but that I fully shut down. I can’t exactly say no to toiletries or clothes because that’s a need, but taking notes on the tablet hasn’t been bad enough for me to ask for something else.
Clicking onto my notes tap, I open my Magic History folder and open a blank page. “Because I am a nobody vampire who was snatched by enforcers and given no notice or funds when I was shipped off to this school wearing only the clothes on my back.”
I write the date in the upper left hand corner and then click out of the page to open what should have been my finished essay. Instead I’m short three pages, a cited sources page, my intro paragraph, and it should be printed out.
Jullia pulls out her finished, printed essay from her backpack and sets it on top of her notebook. Then she glances atme and winces right as the door to the class shuts and we all face forward.
Professor Asier is late. . . only it isn’t Professor Asier it’s the motherfucking demigod.
And he’s staring straight at me with a goddamn smirk.
Jullia makes a noise in the back of her throat as he approaches the desk and places a briefcase on top of it. Then he proceeds to take off his jacket and roll the sleeves of his white button up. I swear every girl in here but for me and Jullia sigh at the action.
Callahan softly clears his throat but I don’t bother looking at him as the demigod slips his hands into his pants pockets and faces the class.
“Good morning, class.” Why the fuck is he talking like that. All deep and rumbling and like he’s trying to get us off. I mean, he sounded like that Saturday night but I thought. . . actually I don’t even know what I thought. I was too exhausted and hungry. “I’m sure you’re expecting Varian, but unfortunately he was called away for the day so I will be taking over his classes. My name is Castiel D’etre.”
Murmurs go up and I catch bits and pieces of “demigod” and “spymaster” and “sexiest male alive”. I’d roll my eyes if he wasn’t staring directly at me.
A girl in the front row lifts her hand and the demigod glances at her before nodding. She rests her arms on the desk in a move that shoves her breasts up. I don’t know why she does it since our uniform doesn’t allow for her cleavage to show, but who am I to judge a lady trying to get some.
“Professor D’etre,” she purrs and now I do roll my eyes. Nevermind, I do and will judge. “Does this mean you will be teaching at Syngenia? And will Professor. . . Varian be coming back tomorrow?”
The demigod leans against the desk as he crosses his arms. Large, powerful, stupid arms that are covered in gold markings and symbols. Some of them almost look familiar and unconsciously I lean forward to get a better look at them. I’m pretty sure he had them covering his chest too when he let me feed from him, but I can’t fully remember.
The most that I remember from that night was him saying I’m not a spy and his golden blood filling my mouth. I’ve never had demigod blood before, and I wish I never did because I want more.
He smirks at the girl. “ProfessorAsierwill be back tomorrow, and yes, I will be a professor here at the university. I’ll be taking over Professor Mackly’s Race Insight and Theology class after this one, as well as Race Anatomy, and I will be helping Professor Asier with the training and External Controlling classes. Though those two are for year two and up.”
No. Fucking. Way.
