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

by Jaymin Eve

“I’m not a gremlin,” he said in his raspy voice. “I’m a goblin. There’s a difference.”

I almost tripped over the flat ground. “You read my mind?” I whisper-yelled. “Do you know how fucking rude that is?”

“Just up ahead is the step-through sent by the Academy,” Ilia said. “Are you going to scream again?” She watched me closely. I shrugged. “I don’t even have a clue what a step-through is, so, yeah, probably.”

Hope was a killer. Any time I’d ever let myself hope for something more, the disappointment when it didn’t work out crushed me. Eventually you learned to stop hoping.

Those five always stick together. Asher and Jesse especially seem really close.” “Which one is Jesse?” I asked. “The tallest one. He’s a lion shifter.” “The one with the icy blue eyes?” She shook her head. “No, that’s Rone.” She blushed a little. “He’s a vampire, and a moody asshole.”

That was the thing with scars … you really couldn’t get rid of them. Even after they faded, the shadow of the injury remained. And it always would.

A minute later, a heavy weight landed on me as Ilia flung herself onto the bed. “I’m awake, so you’re awake.”

“We wanted to arrive with you, of course. Hoes over bros.” I was one lucky bitch. “Let’s do this,” I said. I was ready to see what this whole dance thing was about.

You’d have won for sure?” He moved closer, and I swallowed hard. With that slicked-back hair, water dripping across his skin, eyes shimmery silver, he looked like an amazing, mind blowing, very bad decision waiting to happen.

A pained expression pulled at his face, creasing the corners of his eyes. “She was pretty adamant that she wanted to see you. I’m afraid she wasn’t happy about the ‘no outsiders’ rule for our house, but in the end she relented and gave me your bag.” He held it out to me. “She also said that if you didn’t have—” He cleared his throat. “—a six-way with all of us, then she was greatly disappointed in you.”