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Why can’t a bitch just ditch her god-selected soulmates and move on?
Either he’s being overly respectful in an old-fashioned manner, even though he can’t be more than five years older than I am, or he’s about to run. I’d prefer the latter.
“I can’t say I’m interested.” Thank the gods. He won’t make this complicated. “I’m not interested in you either, Professor Frost,” I reassure him.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I ask. “I already ate.” “Then why get all this food?” “Because you didn’t eat,” he says like I’m the slowest person alive.
“This is a bad idea.” “Can’t be. It’s mine.”
He hesitates for several beats before leaning toward me, and I catch the barest hint of a soft, fresh mint scent clinging to him. I expect him to pat my head as I suggested, so my soul almost leaves my body when his lips brush ever so lightly against my forehead.
“Did he ask for permission to touch you, or do I need to hunt him down and beat the frozen shit out of him?”
Germaphobic? Oh. She must think that because of the gloves.
“I am nothing but deadly calm,” I whisper to myself. “I feel nothing.”
through classroom walls and castle halls,
And now we’re dreeeeeaaammminnnnn. 😆 sorry. I had to.
If Decimus wasn’t insufferably egotistical most of the time, he might have earned a smidge of my respect with how efficiently he called her out.
“I’m mated,” he snarls, batting her hands away. “Get lost.” It’s a big deal for a shifter to declare himself mated. I applaud him in Limbo.
It’s always entertaining to me how strongly people react based only on what they know of one’s reputation. Though I suppose in my case, my reputation is fairly accurate.
Before I can strangle Decimus for letting the one and only person I have ever felt anything for out of his sight, we both hear the sound of footsteps echoing up the stairs at the end of this corridor.
“Actually, I came looking for her, too. I wanted an update on, you know…” She gestures at us vaguely and then shrugs.
“Er, n—nope. Totally proportionate reaction. I completely agree. All right, I’m going to go look for her, too, so just…don’t break down any more doors. Okay?”
They’ll probably be pissed if you just ghost them.” “Even better.”
Twins and triplets? I think my womb just flinched a little.
“No. They’re obsessed with the idea of me. They want a keeper to break their curses. Who I actually am is of little interest to them.”
“Are you hurt? Where? And more importantly, who am I turning to fucking ashes tonight?”
I’ve never had ice cream.
My heart pounds painfully against my ribs. Not safe, the voices chant. Not safe. Not safe. Not safe—
It’s just a shadow, Si, my mother’s voice echoes, but this time, it’s a memory, not a voice in my head. That’s what they’ll tell you. They think it’s silly to be afraid of the dark. But you and I both know that darkness is danger. After all, it’s easier to kill when they don’t see it coming. My father’s voice is firm. That’s why we never turn out the lights in this house. We don’t want to find out what our curse will drive us to do to each other in the dark.
Particularly powerful quintets can experience one another’s thoughts, feelings, desires, and so on.
Maven halts and faces me slowly, something flaring in her eyes that I haven’t seen before. Something intoxicatingly dark and…unexpectedly dangerous.
A brutal workout routine first thing in the morning is the only thing I know to calm myself down after my nightmares. It helps that it’s the same routine I grew up on.
“Crypt’s more to blame for that than I am. So. Three questions. Ready?” Stop being so fucking persistent. I’m tempted to find you charming.
Stop wanting him. You can’t do this to them.
When she notices me looking, she sneers and flips me off. What a treat she is. Guess I’ll be seeing her in the woods.
They touch each other so eagerly and freely. What would that be like? I look away quickly. That’s not for me. I need to stay focused.
“We’re not a quintet,” I mutter, but he talks over me like that’s a non-issue. “—and Maven will be their first target if they find her. Kill first, act sorry about it later.”
Apparently, they also think the no-kill ban is a joke. Good to see we’re on the same page with that one thing, at the very least.
I’ll probably get more real combat than I usually do in this class because instead of ignoring me, people are going to actively try to kill me. That puts a small smile on my face as I turn back to the woods.
Transportation magic is a bitch.
It’s not a pity party when I say they’ll be better off without me. It’s just a fact.
She doesn’t turn around. So, to give her another nudge, I fake a sneeze. That makes her whirl to face me. There you go. Good job. You get a gold star.
For a moment, I wonder if she’ll give up on hand-to-hand and shift into something or pull some other surprise attack. Instead, she starts monologuing again. Seriously. She just can’t seem to help herself.
Dying right now would be so inconvenient.
He cuts off in a choking sound when I finally get to my feet, and when I hear Silas swear on a harsh exhale, I realize all of their stares have gone from furious to ravenous because... I’m pretty much naked.
What would it feel like to touch all of that? That body pressed against mine… I kick myself internally. I already know it will be revolting.
“No,” I warn. Silas’s glare is heated. “I will not tolerate you being hurt. Ever. Now, don’t move.”
“Out of pure curiosity, and not at all because I’m about to feed them their own spleen…who did this to you, darling?”
I. Love. Him. So much.
I am nothing but deadly calm. I can’t want them. “For the last time, you all need to fuck off.”
“Maven just…touched me,” I finally manage, coming back from my shock as a grin splits my face. “Yes, in precisely the only way any of us ever want to,” Silas mutters.
did touch you? In the past? Did they—” Fuck. I can’t do this. I’m going to shift any second, my temper running out of bounds and burning me alive.
She didn’t ditch me just now when I was about to lose my shit…so that must mean something, right?
All shifters have an overwhelming urge to care for their mates, but dragons have it twice as bad because of our naturally obsessive tendencies. I have an instinctual need to covet, and now that I have a mate? All I want is to take care of Maven in every possible way.
“Fine. I feel frustrated. I feel desperate. I feel like breaking rules. I just fucking feel.”
Is that what you want? Fuck, baby, you can do anything you want to me. I’ll be good. Just say the words.”
“Is this where your egos sleep?” “Your bed,” I correct with a smirk. “Big enough for all of us so we don’t have to fight to the death for who gets you each night.”
