Supernatural Academy: Year One (Supernatural Academy, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

I had no idea who Tyson Compass was, or the quads, but I believed that Axl could do anything he set his mind to. I’d already seen him do amazing stuff.

I was actually afraid to fall into a deep sleep, because then the dreams would come.

It was fucking insane, considering I was stabbed and bleeding power and fluids everywhere, but I moved to be closer to him. I pressed my lips to his. It was a need that went beyond normal hormones. I was driven by something I couldn’t explain. A primal force. Fire erupted between us, not literally, but it felt like it could be. The energy exploded, crashing out in a visible wave, and then the world started to rumble around us. This time for real.

Atlantis was rising.

Our attention was forced to the water then as Shera rose from it, and I wondered if she’d been down there searching for us. Or was she doing some other asshole thing under the water? Torturing sea creatures or something.

“It was both of you,” she whispered, looking freaky with her hair flying about her face. Her voice had that very deep tone to it again. “The blood of the god children.”

A shimmery step-through was swirling just above the water’s surface. “Did you open that?” I asked, looking at Asher. He shook his head. “Nope. That was all you.”

“Hold on to me,” he said softly. I wasn’t quite at the place where I was ready to tell him that there was no way I’d ever let him go again.

Once the blade was free from my skin, my power grew uncontrollable. I’d already destroyed everything in the room but me.

Asher came every single day—the first day he wasn’t allowed to enter, and he demolished the three rooms around me. Luckily, Jesse and Rone were with him and managed to calm him down before he leveled the entire building. Between the two of us, we were quite the destructive pair.

Louis lifted his hand. Dangling in it was a blue swirly pendant shaped like a wave, with jagged edges. “It took six sorcerers to forge this pendant,” he said slowly. “It’s the strongest magical amulet that I’ve ever seen in my years. It’s infused with water and designed to absorb and disperse your energy.”

“You’re definitely Atlantean. Your power flows like the tides of the sea. And … the god thing … does it matter? Would it change who you are and how you feel? You might very well be the last daughter of the queen and a god, I can’t tell, but you’re still the same Maddison you’ve always been. Your parentage does not define you.”

“When did you get out?” he asked, the silver back in his eyes. There was a small tic high in his jaw as he worked to keep his shit together. “Just now,” I told him. “I came straight here.” To you. He was the only thing I could think of.

“You won’t be alone. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

“Don’t ever do that again,” I whispered to him, my lips close to his. “I don’t care how high the stakes are, don’t run off to play the hero. I can’t go through that again.”

“Say it, Maddi,” he said with more command, and I obeyed without thought. “I need you. Please. Don’t hold back with me. Not today.”

Asher tightened his hold, pulling my face up to his, our lips meeting in another frantic, punishing kiss.

“I’m addicted,” he said softly, those dimples assaulting me with their beauty.

“You’re under my skin, Maddison,” he said softly, his breath and scent teasing my senses. “I’ve been sleeping in a bed that smells like you. Sitting in a medical wing that smells like you. Dealing with four best friends who love you and consider you family.”

My reunion with Ilia and Larissa involved tears and ice cream and another wine-fueled naked dip in the pool. Asher kept the guys away, and I was grateful.

Come to think about it, maybe that was the reason I slept so well. Asher kept the nightmares at bay. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t alone.

When we made it to the commons, there were students everywhere in various states of dress. And undress. Depending on how you looked at it. A real trend existed in this school of wearing shirts the size of bras and skirts the size of stamps.

“You are the key, Maddison,” he said, his voice low and strained. “Asher’s parents searched for you for hundreds of years. The god-child held in stasis, the key to Atlantis rising. Only, you weren’t the only one in stasis. The rest of them are too, and now they’re all going to die. You’re the only one that can save them. You’re the only one who can stop Sonaris.”

“What do I have to do with it?” Asher’s jaw was rigid, the muscles in his arms vibrating. “The daughter of the gods was the key to Atlantis’s demise, and she will be the one to return it. Her sacrifice returns the people, and in return, is the only thing to stop Sonaris.”

“Sonaris sank Atlantis,” Connor said. “His blood is the only thing that would have broken the spell. You have his blood. If your power was at full strength, you could have broken the lock without us.”

A few strands of pink hair that had escaped my updo fell across my face, and I thought about how the year of pink hair had brought me more joy than I ever thought was possible, but also a shit-ton of fear and stress and crazy.

In one week it was my birthday. Before I met with anyone and changed the fate of the world, I was going to change my hair. New color had always been synonymous with new fate for me. Let those fate-bitches do their best to take me down. The year of pink was over. It was time for something different. The year of purple.