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Note to all students: Vampire bites, loss of limbs or getting lost in The Wailing Wood will not count as a valid excuse for being late to class.
The Vampire Code forbade me from torturing my Source, so I hadn’t had anything to do with what they’d done to Tory;
We’d been humiliated, belittled, abused, and beaten. But not broken.
Everyone knows, karma’s a bitch. And today her name was Tory Vega.
He pressed his tongue into his cheek, moving to the door and stroking the band of blue hair around his wrist. I hated him so viscerally it hurt. He was wearing my wound, brandishing it for the entire school to see. It wasn't like I could ever reattach it, but I still wanted it back.
A laugh rushed from my throat and Orion threw me a wink. “So, I'm having a little trouble, Miss Vega.”
“With what, sir?”
“Stop looking at me like that,” he snarled, and I fought the urge to recoil from his terrifying tone.
“Like what?”
I hesitated. I didn’t really want to go anywhere with him, but I couldn’t deny the draw I felt to him either.
Orion glowered at her. “I don't control her. She can say what she damn well likes.”
And by normal I meant I'd be smothering the fiery pit of longing that raged inside me every time I was around her and she'd be back to thinking I was the asshole teacher who treated her just like everyone else: a piece of shit.
Too bad Darius Acrux, you really should have realised who you were dealing with before you declared war on us.