“So, is it true?” the girl says, barely hiding disgust. “Are you really dating?” One of her brows flick. I note her pointed ears. The fae princess from the Frost Court I’ve heard about, I presume.
I can’t help but notice her perfect body, but I don’t let them linger because I don’t want to be creepy. She’s wearing a tight, light blue shirt covered in clear gemstones. Gemstones are her worlds currency, meaning she may as well be wearing diamond-covered clothes.
Her blond hair is in perfect ringlets.
“Do you have a problem with that, Aurie?” Jarron says, his voice near a rumble.
Another girl down the table chuckles. Her skin is darker, with sharp features and plump lips. She has tattoos circling her wrist, which marks her as a witch. Her smile, though seemingly sincere, exposes sharp canines. I’m not sure what order she’s mixed with, but she’s certainly no ordinary witch.
She’s not particularly feminine—in fact, she’s wearing slacks instead of skirts like the rest of us—but she’s still beautiful enough that I have a hard time looking away.
These girls are exactly the kind of females the realms would expect Jarron to go for. Stunning and powerful. The kind of girls that probably expect to woo him eventually.
The demon royals have always been known to be open in their mate choosing—even a weak human is a possibility. But every prince is strongly encouraged to marry powerful to increase the magic in their line, or at the very least, not dilute it.
So, though he’s technically allowed, no one would be particularly pleased if Prince Jarron bonded to a human.
Trevor sits with Bea at the end of the table. There are two other demons between the demon princes. One male, one female. On the other end of the table are three more silver-eyed jock-type boys. Wolf shifters.
“Of course not. Just want to know where we stand.” Aurie smiles, her frosty gaze turns to me. “We are the most powerful students in the school. With us, there are no rules.”
My eyebrows rise. I don’t tell her that that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
“Need anything, just say the word,” the fae brunette says.
I don’t respond, partly because there isn’t anything I could ask for. The only thing I want is my sister’s killer in the ground, but that has to stay a secret for now.
“She’s like a deer among wolves,” someone mutters, and I suck in a breath. Do I look that out of place? I’m trying to keep my heart-rate under control, my expression calm, but I don’t seem to be succeeding.
“Like a deer in headlights.” Someone laughs.
My chest tightens. Jarron slings an arm over the back of my chair and releases a low rumble from his chest. “Careful,” he says, so low it sends a shiver down my back.
The others exchange looks. Dubious and amused. They don’t expect me to last. I shouldn’t be annoyed by that. Unlike what Lola said earlier, humans don’t usually last long in relationships with strong supernaturals. The humans either die, skimp off out of fear, or the supernatural simply gets bored and drifts toward someone more like them.
There are a few success stories, but they’re the exception, not the rule.
Good thing I don’t intend to stick around long either. Just long enough to figure out which one of them killed my sister.
My gaze turns sharper as I examine them each as suspects. I will not be another victim. They don’t know it, but I’m not a doe. I intend to bite back.
“This is my brother,” Aurie says, nodding to one of the boys I’d assumed was a wolf shifter. On closer inspection, his glowing stare and pointed ears. He’s fae.
“We’re Frost Court royalty.”
“Congratulations,” I mutter. Auren squints momentarily, but then her expression smooths into one of casual confidence.
“So, Candice, what’s your story?” one of the shifters asks, a built male with dark skin.
I shrug.
“Her parents are potions masters,” Jarron answers for me. “The Montgomerys. Ever heard of them?”
The shifter’s sucks in a breath. “Everyone’s heard of them.”
“Our parents go way back,” I answer awkwardly. There, at least I’ve said something.
“That, they do,” Trevor adds.
