Yikes, Cos switched on his command voice.
Theo immediately stands up, goes over to Cosmo, and slaps him around the face.
Hard.
She winces and shakes out her hand. “Rescind that immediately, you dickmunch. Everyone in this room is trustworthy, don’t you dare use that bullshit on my friend.”
Seeing her so heated gives me an instant boner.
“Drakeward, you have your Conclave Cadet thing tomorrow night, yes?” Alexis asks.
“Yep,” Cos says, rubbing his cheek.
“Gimble is incredibly talented in dark arts. Work out what spells will aid us and learn them from her.”
Oh, cool. I’m glad I’m in the cadets after all.
“Is there anything else?” the professor asks.
Theo swivels around and gasps. “Oh, Gods. I’m awful.” Her face looks horrified.
She runs over to the chalkboard, grabs the white chalk and writes one word on the top of the list.
WES.
27
Oh great.
It’s Friday the thirteenth.
Could really do without any extra bad luck.
I get up early, and am showered, and dressed by the time Alexis knocks on my door.
“Ready?” he asks.
So ready.
We’re going to the infirmary so I can ‘work’ on Wes some more.
I’ve got forty-five minutes until the morning staff shows up. We don’t talk on our way down to the ground floor, either internally or externally. I’m trying to clear my mind and focus on Wes.
—I can’t say, pulu. But I’ll be back as soon as I can—
—Not a problem. Maybe being alone with Wes is what needs to happen—
No matter what I’ve tried so far, my Lumina just falls flat when it reaches towards him.
—Stay safe—
Alexis leaves, and I go straight to the medical bed.
Looking past the monitor, drips and wires, I try to see the boy who once told me I was his. “Where are you?”
I press a kiss to his cold lips, bringing the energy inside me to the surface. A single mote travels between us but dissolves after a second, like a snowflake melting on a fingertip.
Slumping onto the nearby chair, I rest my head on Wes’s chest and feel hopeless.
