Supernatural Academy: Year Two (Supernatural Academy, #2)

by Jaymin Eve

“The five of us can’t function without Maddison. We’re all fucking messes … you the most. I’m not sure you’ve slept more than two hours a night since you got back. It can’t keep going like this. It’s time to get Maddison back.”

“It’s not going to be as easy as that,” Rone said, sadness ringing in his words.

“They hate us. She punched Asher tonight.” A grin tipped up my lips. “Fucking hurt too. My little spitfire.”

“Use the pool as a bribe,” Rone suggested. “We know she snuck in while we were gone, so she must still be avoiding the ocean.”

“This might be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” I admitted softly.

“Winning Maddison back. I deserve her anger, and she’s so stubborn. I’m not sure she’ll ever let it go.”

Jesse smiled, a genuine smile for once. “She’s also smart, strong, and compassionate. She will understand. Just tell her the truth and let her know that we will prove our love...

Fuck. My body didn’t know if it was coming or going with Asher. Definitely not coming. Thanks for the reminder.

“You look beautiful today,” he said softly. Fucked. I was totally and completely fucked. “Thank you,”

Our eyes locked again; my heart was trying to launch itself from my chest. Probably to get to Asher. Because I wanted to get to Asher so badly it hurt. I also wanted to run so fast from him that I’d be moving faster than the plane.

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he said in that quiet, rumbly voice. “I’m so sorry for how I’ve been treating you.”

A feather could have knocked me off my chair in that second. Asher was … apologizing.

Why the hell was I trapped on this metal ...

“What has suddenly changed? You and the guys disappear for a few weeks, and then when you get back, you’re … nice.”

Just when I was learning how to live without him … when I was figuring out how to be okay on my own. “Don’t do this, Asher. I’m strong without you now. I can’t go back.”

“You’re so strong, Maddi. The strongest supe I’ve ev...

with you has all but destroyed me, but you just kept moving forward. Your power ...

“Don’t fucking do that, Ash,” I told him, knowing I was not going to be okay with hot and cold bullshit all day. “Don’t go back to ignoring me. If you do, I won’t give you another fucking chance.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again, I could have drowned in the pools of despair there. “My first priority is to keep you safe, Maddi. Even if that means, in the end, you hate my guts.”

“Don’t call me dude, Maddison. I’m not one of your friends.”

“Fine,” I snarled back. “Give me my fucking bag, not friend.”

“I don’t want you to treat me just like I’m any normal friend. I’m your fucking mate. You are mine, Maddison James, and I will never be just a friend to you.”

“Screw you, Asher!”

“You’re nothing to me. A mate would never have treated me the way you did. Never! The second we’re done with this trial, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“We’ll see about that, baby,”

“You’re a possessive bastard,” I whispered angrily. “If you don’t want me, don’t try and make it so no one else can have me either.” Asher chuckled lightly. “Who said I didn’t want you?”

“You’ve gotta look deeper, Maddison,” Asher murmured, so low I almost didn’t hear it. “Always look deeper.” The only deeper I was interested in right now was how deep I could punch my fist into his balls.

Whatever lock I’d had on my emotions had cracked now; I couldn’t stop the memories of all the times Asher had touched me, loved me, made my body feel like it was going to combust.

Fuck him. He

“I don’t need you, Asher,” I

“I won’t make that mistake again.” Fire filled his eyes. “You think we were a mistake?” “Why the fuck wouldn’t I?” I shouted back. “You destroyed me. I can’t do that again. I can’t be that person again. The Maddison you knew died the same day you did.”

“Hear me,” he growled, crowding me, both of us half under the shower. “There was not a single fucking mistake between us. We’re fated mates, and nothing will ever change that. No matter what you say.”

“Mates don’t treat each other that way,”

“I’m protecting you!” I shoved him again. “The only being I need protecting...

“Asher … gods,” I cried, sobs falling from me. Needy, moaning sobs. “What, baby?” he murmured, our lips still moving together. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me,” I said confidently. “Make me forget everything, Ash. I need to forget for one night.”

“I’m going to make you forget your name,” he promised, and a long, happy sigh left me.

“Don’t make love to me,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Gods,” he groaned. “I’ve missed you so much.”

They don’t deserve it. This is exactly what they need to realize that their actions have consequences.’

“Do you realize that, Asher? Actions have consequences. It’s a lesson everyone”—especially you—“needs to learn.”

“No thanks. Just fuck off.”

Asher was still on my mind, no amount of alcohol could drown him out, and I needed to not think about him. Not fucking crave him.

“Shit-faced, actually.” Credit where credit was due. It wasn’t that easy for someone with my power to get drunk. I’d been working hard all night on it.

Thank you very much. “I’m a badass,” I said out loud.

Fucking Asher.

“It’s the mean asshole version of fey wine.

The morning light cracked me over the head like the bitch face asshat it was and I groaned,

vomit. Or if I should punch him and try to vomit on him. Both were viable options.

“Uh, bits and pieces. I went to a bar, drank a shit-ton of death disguised as alcohol, and met a surly shifter.”