How the fuck is this fair?Other students lose matches and fall behind every day, yet I’m teetering on being booted from his lectures?This can’t be the ‘Destiny’ Blaise spoke of.*Sigh*Watching him storm off, I roll my eyes before I see another step into view.
“Let me be the first to say, wow.” Raine smiles, already brightening my mood after Marcel left it heading down a darkened path. “Who knew the one who couldn’t read a map would have an entire room begging for her attention.” He releases a contagious chuckle, and my grin widens.
“I have my strengths, but I can’t take all the credit. And it doesn’t require a map for dancing, smart ass.” Smiling, I maneuver around him and greet Caspian’s gaze with caution. Light glosses over the teal hues matching my cheeks, which against my will, are turning redder by the second.
He gives a smirk, and I drink up the aura he presents. Its chamomile nature does what it does best, calm, as I take a seat beside Blaise, who is nose deep into his writing.
A sensation flows over my arms, and I gaze right, knowing the feel of warm water. I find Russ holding me hostage within his assessment. His dimples are on full display.Cutie.
Caspian clears his throat and follows up with a snicker, drawing my side-eye. “Something funny?” I grin.
“Not at all. You seem happier now,” he responds, glancing over to where Russ sits. “Everyoneappearshappiernow.”
“So it seems.” Rotating, he peers over his shoulder to gaze at Alex. He reclaimed his seat, continuing a conversation with the female flirtatiously smiling at him. She has some kind of hold on him. Like they’re more than friends–perhaps lovers–preferably exes.
“Had the D.J. not taken a break–” Raine places both hands on the table, leaning forward and gazing down beneath loose, black and silvery strands falling over his eyes. “The male beside you would be nothing more than a memory.” His confidence raises a brow and piques my interest.
Blaise on the other hand scoffs his objection, forcing a giggle out of me.
“Do the two of you mind?” Looking away from his book, Blaise addresses Caspian and Raine. “There’s something Kyra and I need to discuss.”
“By all means, I was planning on heading back. Tonight’s been entertaining, but I have a mission in the morning, right, House Leader?” Raine announces, straightening his posture. “As always, I’ll text you, and if you’re available upon my return, a celebratory date?” I ignore both death glares from Caspian and Blaise.
“My answer remains the same from the last four times you asked,” I chuckle. His confidence is growing on me by the day. It’s adorable.
“I know, I know. There’s something you need to take care of first. You don’t have time for little fays–so you keep telling me. But you know my response.” He grins, and I mimic, holding on to it while watching him wave me off as he steps into the crowd of waiting bodies.
Our beloved D.J. returns with promises of music. Partners, friends, and as they put it, thrust buddies all gather and wait. I’m at least thankful most of them moved on from discussing what happened earlier, and Caspian voices he will be around a little longer, leaving the two of us alone for whatever Blaise needs to discuss.
Ethan is here somewhere in the shadows, and I feel his aura taunting me with murder. Asshole. After destroying Ares’s temple, we snuck out again the following day. My dumb ass thought there was a truce between us, or at the bare minimum, his hatred for me had trickled down to dislike. Wrong.
Whatever he saw the night we fought had been enough for a temporary…consideration. Ares’s temple proved as such. We tried using magic to rebuild it, but from Ethan’s words of wisdom, I’m too weak. Needless to say, we got into it after I called him a bitchy asshole and told him to fuck off.
He tried killing me again, but a dagger through his arm hindered the process. Bottom line, fuck him.
“Kyra,” Blaise voices, bringing me back from memory lane. Music blares around us, and I smile, witnessing what they consider dancing before turning towards him.
“Yes.”
“Tell me, did I upset you?” he asks, closing his book.
“No, upset is far from what I’m feeling.” A burn spreads around my cheeks, thinking about our dance. The visions, his touch, how his crystal eyes held me more than his arms, all of it. “But whythatsong?” It’s one of many inquiries plaguing my thoughts.
“Let’s make a deal. I’ll answer any questions you have, but only after tonight. Sound fair?”
“Nope, you tricked me last time with your–”
“Here.” He slides over another leathery, brown book. “Take this with you. My number is written on the first page. If you can remember me in the morning, everything scribed on the second page will become available.”
“Nice try, but we’ve done this already. The ink vanishes as soon as it’s opened.”
“See for yourself.” He cuts a daring gaze down then back up, twitching his lips into a smirk.
My fingers stroke over the cover, noting a textured feel, and I open it to prove my point. Sure enough, like last time, his penmanship stares back. Beautiful numbers in black ink. I wait for their vanishing moment. Second after second passes, but nothing changes. Turning the page, I see it’s filled from top to bottom with perfect structure.
There are even lines of words I’m able to read.
December 02
