“I decline your offer. Intimacy issues, remember.”
“It wasn’t an offer, dick.” My eyes roll at his attitude, but Clay finds this most enjoyable.
Minutes drift by with more students approaching us about being their eternals. We decline each offer, though Clay and Reese indulge in such delusions by showing their abilities are not linked, proving the magic gifted by Eros is not shared.
According to Reese, it’s one thing to hook up, but hooking up under false pretense is where he draws the line. Not worth a headache of angering the Gods, nor Rebecca.
Caspian and Marcel arrive with a few House Earth, top-ranking students. Then Ashlyn, House Fire’s appointed Leader, shows and takes a seat in her respective booth. Rebecca made this decision after their original House Leader perished in her endeavors to ascend into Godhood. Perhaps it was not wise seeking the God of War’s throne.
Not long after, Horus makes a grand entrance, now ranked number four after an earlier House ranking match. House Life’s most eligible bachelor as rumor tells it.
After a few more minutes, I’m on my second beverage before the doors open again. Cheers and rushing bodies trample towards the door as Angie strolls in with an entourage of peers from House Life. Dawned in all-white, she wears a dress not too revealing yet it leaves little to the imagination based on its tightness, enticing Reese’s and Clay’s spines to erect.
“Refrain from undressing my sister with your eyes, or would you prefer me removing them?”
“Shut up, Alex, it’s not Angie we’re looking at,” Clay announces.
Behind her, Alise saunters in, matching with a black dress of her own, though she appears less confident, despite the many onlookers clawing for her attention, and behind her…my throat closes at the sight.
Kyra’s smile and wandering gaze pulls me in. She is enveloped by males and females, and my eyes see it all. There isn’t an inch of her going unnoticed, and with my vampiric sight, I witness the vein in her neck throbbing at an accelerated pulse. She is excited.
“Is this the female you spoke of?” Clay asks, unable to look away, but Reese chimes in before I’m able to speak. Not that it would’ve been possible anyway; she is staring right at me.
“Of course it is. Reddish-brown skin, deep rich hair, eyes made of warm sand and blossomed leaves, yep, that’s Kyra.”
“Hide her from Persephone, because she looks damn drinkable. Beautiful,” Clay responds. “Are you pursuing her, or is she up for grabs?”
They are two of the few vampires attending this Academy alongwith Ethan and myself. Belonging to different covens, we ended our feuds, realizing there are more reasons to unite than destroy one another.
“How would you prefer your parents to view you at your funeral, Clay?” My eyes cut to him. “Or perhaps you’d enjoy being wiped from existence?”
“Uh huh, murder, kill, tear me apart. It’s all the same with you, but she might be worth enduring your wrath. Besides, partaking in a few ounces of blood never hurt anyone.” Reese jumps in, replacing my sigh with a primal growl. And on cue, they both roar in laughter.
“Got it, she’s off limits. Don’t get your panties in wad. Or whatever mortals say. But what about everyone else?” Clay gestures over the dimly lit dance floor. He makes a good point, but any of these attendees could be her eternal. If she hasn’t claimed them already. Horus.
Kyra pushes through the crowd, finding Angie, and signals she is sitting with a guy shrouded by the curls of his hair. I can’t help but admire everything she is, wearing confidence like uncrackable armor. Her beauty knows no equal.
She wears her ‘passion twists’ in two tight buns, allowing a clear view of her perfectly made features with an outfit created by her own design. A cropped, black halter top leaves the middle of her torso open and pushes her breasts up slightly. Her raven toned, high-waisted tights–fit her like a second skin with four short belts extending to her side, delivering a look unknown in this realm.
Stunning does a disservice to her appearance, and I glance away before my inner thoughts force me out of character.
The night continues after Angie approaches my table, granting me knowledge of the one Kyra sits beside. Blaise, also a student of Caspian’s. She informs me that if I want to know more, I should ask Kyra myself. And if she finds out I’m eavesdropping on their conversation, I’ll pay for it dearly.
With another drink in hand, I’m surprised to see Ethan make his entrance. Swatting away females he deems as nothing more thanpests, he snares Kyra in his gaze and approaches, creating a clear path by demanding those around him to move.
“Why are you here?” he asks, my ears trained on their conversation. I notice this Blaise fellow smirk as he continues scribbling.
“Because I want to be. Is there a problem, Ethan?” she tosses back, standing with both hands on the table. For what seems like eternity, they stare at one another with no words spoken until he relinquishes the fight and treads my way. Bloodlust oozes from his pores.
Now that he is here, he will ensure Kyra and I remain at a distance. But before he sits and proclaims the false reason for showing, Yuna breaches the doors, and a smirk changes the mood of my brother.
“Who the hell is that?” Clay whispers, and Ethan grins before answering.
“Certain death.”
Chapter 31
Let the games begin
