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You should be more understanding. Your drama’s way worse. You tied your shirt around Tyson’s eyes so you could fuck two other guys at the same time.
Let’s not think about that in a school.
I managed to pull my attention back to reality as we walked into the final class of the day. Like all the little rooms, this one had rows of desks and chairs holding about fifteen and facing a big wooden table at the front. A dragon shifter draped in the typical white robes of the sisters scribbled on a piece of paper. I blinked a few times. The clean, dark chalkboard outlined Sister Abby perfectly. Instead of sitting with her back straight, she slouched with a slight frown on her face as she read whatever was on her desk. She hadn’t noticed my entrance.
I followed Aria to her seat. A few posters with drawings of hand symbols and finger positions lined the walls. I glanced around and noticed a sea of hair all accented with white. It wasn’t a far leap to assume this was an air magic class.
The bell rang, and the sister stood with a broad smile on her makeup-covered face. She glanced around, and her gaze froze on me. Tension filled her shoulders. She swayed, her eyes slipping into their dragon slits. For a moment, I thought she might faint. Instead, she placed one hand on the desk and the other behind her back and turned away.
My stomach sank. Right, maybe she didn’t need me to help her loosen up. Perhaps I was the reason she’d been so tense.
You are an opinionated piece of work, Jay.
I can’t even talk to give an opinion!
I flattened my lips and pressed into the chair, ready for whatever came next.
Sister Abby turned away from me and addressed her class. “I hope everyone had a good day.”
“Yes, Sister Abby,” the class responded dutifully.
“Good, good.” Her gaze slid to me again before she scowled and adjusted her robes. A moment later, a barrier of swirling wind bloomed to life in front of me, destroying my view, and only my view, of her.
“Oh wow, are you impressed?” Aria asked me. “I mean, you’ve been hanging out with us all day. Sorry to say this, but you’re like super boring.”
I looked down at the teen with an eyebrow raised.
“We’ll continue where we left off yesterday,” Sister Abby’s voice filled the room. “Compressing air into solid walls.”
Aria lowered her voice but kept talking while the sister began her lecture. “Jay, you’ve been around magic and flying dragons all day. Cullen even offered to let you ride him, and you just waved him off. Cullen!”
I wracked my brain, trying to remember who Cullen was before I remembered I didn’t care. Aria pouted, and I sighed, putting myself in her shoes. She’d been so excited to show me her world and probably feel special, and I’d given her nothing.
Sister Abby’s voice grew stronger as her lecture continued, but the sister didn’t release her magic, leaving me behind her barrier.
I glanced around to ensure none of the other girls were looking before tearing a piece of paper out of Aria’s notepad and writing: ‘I’m not fully human. And Tyson, the fire prince, and Rehan, the water heir, have given me rides. Don’t tell anyone.’
I showed her the note, and her eyes flew wide. Plucking the paper from her fingers, I folded it into a messy origami dragon and placed it on her lap. With a snap, I incinerated the incriminating document. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at me.
‘Our secret,’ I mouthed.
She shook in her chair, ready to burst with her need to talk, but instead, she mimicked zipping up her lips, locking them, and throwing away the key.
I smiled, and she grinned back like I’d given her the world.
See, you are a good person.
Zip it.
I managed to get Aria focused again before watching the wind swirl in front of me to the sound of the lecture. Sister Abby’s control was honestly impressive, though a little offensive. She could have just asked me to leave unless she wanted to keep me here. She’d been the one to wake me up; what were the chances she was in on all of this?
My blood chilled.
The bell rang, making me jump in surprise. Aria burst out of her seat. “Let’s go! It’s free time now.”
I looked between Aria and Sister Abby before tearing another page of paper out of Aria’s notebook. ‘Go play with your friends. I need to have a word with Sister Abby. I’ll find you later, promise.’
Aria wrinkled her nose but joined the flow of her peers streaming out the door like a raging river. The minute the last one left, the energy in the room went still, reminding me how much work kids were. Sister Abby was a saint—unless she wasn’t.
