Abraxas appeared at her side, looping his arm through hers. “What about this first year could be so interesting, cousin?” “Shut up, Brax.” Belvadora looked Abraxas up and down, slowly and meticulously. Abraxas’ expression shifted to one of interest. “Well, well,” he said lowly. “Suddenly I’m intrigued.” Belvadora didn’t miss a beat. “From what I have heard, I’m not your type.” Abraxas smirked. “Darling, everyone is my type.”
