This isn’t my room. Did I mess up?
Light seeps beneath a door to my left. I notice upon arriving that this appears to be some sort of storage closet. Scrolls, books, and other literature take refuge on old, wooden shelves, stacked against the walls.
I remain quiet. Careful not to knock over or against anything here, I make my way towards the door. My phone’s flashlight helps with this objective. Reaching for the golden knob, I halt, hearing a moaning voice from the other side.
“Right there, yes. Touch me, right there,” she announces with pleasure, dragging out the sounds. “I want you both inside me. I can’t take it any longer.”
Ohh shit. I’m inside someone’s closet, listening to them have a…threesome? Orgy?My grip tightens on the knob as I figure now is not the time for semantics on what may or may not be going on out there.
“Tell me you can take more, Rebecca. I need to hear it,” a male speaks in a low tone, matching her pleasurable one.
“I need more. I need…” Her moans force a pause. “Both of you, now.”
With a gasp, my hand slaps over my mouth. The same one which holds onto the knob. The same knob that turns and cracks open the door upon my inelegant response, allowing me a view at who is causing Rebecca such immense pleasure.
No fucking way.You’re telling me she’s sleeping with…
“Hold on, I heard a noise,” the guy with his back towards me says, and on cue, Rebecca raises herself up. Her tanned breasts are on full display as the wildness of her mane drapes around them. Damp strands of golden hair stick to her shoulders.
Her mascara is smeared, matching the streaks of lipstick along her cheeks, and I wonder how the hell they heard me over the sounds of ass slapping and intense moans.
I venture away from her closet door, further into the dark, and put my phone away. Feet slap against the marble floor, drawing near, and panic heats my palms. Now is a good time for summoning a sigil and getting the hell out of here.
Red glimmers beneath me until a diamond light engulfs the space.Please take me to my room.Multiple steps grow closer.
Thank God her office is huge.
Whispers trickle in, and my eyes close, anticipating being caught and knowing she will kill me for sure. I concentrate on my room, andanother pull of magic takes me away as a peak of light enters her closet.
My crimson gleam settles, and this time, I’m back inside the training room, standing beside a pillar next to one of the mirrors streaked with handprints and…Are those ass and breast prints?My lips curl as I turn away.
A shiver traces my neck, remembering unpleasant memories of a near death experience with Ethan. I’m pissed this isn’t working. Today has been one roller coaster after the next.
Exhaustion is kicking in, and despite it being midday, turning in sounds amazing. To hell with their time difference–no day should be this long.
Sweat glistens above my brows, with small beads trailing along my arms. I’m fatigued, and my muscles ache. Forced to take a knee as the room spins, I hear three voices drift in my direction of students in hand-to-hand combat. Not yet noticing me, I maneuver behind a pillar, catching a breath and doing a bit of spying.
“Come tomorrow, that bitch Kyra, will fucking pay. You should’ve seen her in Yasmine’s class. Acting like she belongs here. She got lucky, but if we had a real match, I would’ve burned her ass alive.” I pinpoint Tish’s voice.I knew she was still upset. Damn it.
She throws a few punches and kicks, blocked by another female who despises me. “At least your arms were not…” Gina pauses, ducking and sidestepping a flaming kick combo. And now I’ve learned that’s another thing that can be done with magic. “Dislocated from your shoulders. Elizabeth required four different spells to heal me. And still, she advised against me training.”
No surprise those two are working together, which leaves the third voice belonging to Paige. It begs the question: Why is my magic bringing me to places I’m not wanting to be? What is going on?
Tish scoffs, taking a break and sits upon a bench. “Have you discussed your arrangement with Ethan?” she asks Gina.
“He’s been ignoring me. Focusing on his research ever since themortal-fay showed up.” She takes a seat beside Tish, pulling out her phone and typing away. “Interfering with my plans.”
“Have you tried bedding him? He might be uptight. Plus, I’ve heard things about his cock. Wonderful things.” She uses her hands and gestures some weird movements.
My ears perk at their topic, and I can’t fathom why. I’m not into assholes with murderous intent. Especially if I’m the one they’re planning on murdering. I’ll chalk it up to gaining more information about my rivals. The more info I have, the better.
“I tried.” Gina sighs. “Last night, he refused me entry into his room. Even sent him pics of me wearing nothing but my handcuffs and anal plug, because he…Never mind. Anyway, he blocked me after texting, ‘grow up,’ so I don’t know what more I can do.” Her features transform into something more devilish. “It’s Kyra’s fault. He’s too tired to enjoy my company, but once I challenge her to a death match, she’ll be gone for good.”
I thought I heard her roaming the House Death halls last night, but figured her annoying tone lived rent free in my head. Nice to know I’m not losing my mind. And she can’t challenge me to a death match. Neither of us are within the thousand ranking, so she can go to hell.
My knees begin to ache, being in this position without moving. My energy has somewhat replenished, and I’m ready to leave–until Paige chimes in.
“Wait, have the two of you not had sex yet?”
