Sabrina
“I’m all right,” I whisper to the librarian, taking my seat again.
“Can I get you a glass of water?” Bachmann whispers. “You’re perfectly safe here, darling –“
“That’s okay,” I say, nodding, lifting my chin, pretending to be brave.
Bachmann nods, stroking me softly on the back and standing, turning towards Oliver. “You stay for a bit while I make my report,” she says, pausing for a moment. “Be kind, Oliver,” she says, raising a brow significantly. Some part of me realizes that she’s telling him not to hit on me in this tender moment and inwardly I smirk.
If Oliver feels similarly, he hides it well, nodding seriously to his boss as she strides away.
I exhale slowly, honestly not sure if I want Oliver to stay or go. Because while I am shaken and could probably use a friend for a moment
I smirk at him, shrugging. “Why waste time? I can handle two at once.”Oliver tilts his head to the side, considering me. “Look at you, Betty. Juggling amateur librarians and royalty. Who knew you had it in you?”I just grin as my friend starts to turn away. “You want that glass of water, you just give me a shout!”“You’re supposed to whisper in libraries!” I call after him, laughing a little.A fervent shush from across the room has both of us laughing as I turn eagerly back to my book.***The rest of the afternoon in the library is a dream. I’m more careful this time, sorting through the first few spells of Philomena’s work, tucking my glowing hands beneath the desk as I finish the first one so no one can see. I mean, it’s not truly ideal to be working higher magics in such a public place, but what choice do I have? The bo
SabrinaI lift my chin, glaring up into Rhett’s face, hating the bullshit way he’s looming over me with his fists clenched, teeth bared.Because Betty didn’t grow up with seven bully brothers – but I fucking did.“Back off, Hawthorne,” I snarl, stepping into his space and baring my teeth in return. My movement has the desired effect for a moment – he blinks and takes a step back. “You know who exactly who I am.”His surprise doesn’t last long. Rhett leans towards me again, a growl rising in his throat. “You’re not the meek little bookworm you pretend to be,” he snaps. “With just a little tiny bit of fire magic? I fucking saw what you did today –““You’re mistaken,” I snap, rolling my eyes and moving to my right, eager to get around
SabrinaI take a deep breath and lift my head, looking up into the Prince’s devastated face.“Betty,” he whispers, stroking a worried hand over my hair. “Are you all right?”I let my lip tremble as I look up at him, my green eyes as wide as they’ll go. “Max,” I whisper. “I’m scared!”He bundles me up against his chest again, murmuring that it will all be all right.***To his credit, Max is very sweet to me as the next hour passes. He guides me over to the little loveseat by the fire, sitting me down and getting me a big glass of wine. He fusses over me, calling down to the infirmary and ordering up a first-aid kit, sternly bossing whoever is on the other side of the phone when they give him any guff about students needing to come down to see a doctor and receive bandages. I smile, watching Max all terse with hi
SabrinaMax grows bolder as the minutes slip by, first letting his fingers rest lightly on my stockinged calf as I lay cuddled in his lap, then slowly drifting his hand higher to cup under my knee. And even if I know it’s fake – that Max is only attracted to Betty, a girl I made up to perfectly suit his tastes, not the real me – heat blooms in me anyway.My cheeks are nicely flushed by the time he starts to stroke his thumb idly up and down the back of my thigh, my heartbeat raised.“So, how are your studies going?” Max murmurs, taking the opportunity to glance down at my body – looking all the way down my dress to where it rides up scandalously high on my legs.“Oh, you don’t want to hear about my silly little books,” I whisper, laughing softly.He raises his eyes to mine again and I’m struck again by just how damn pretty they are –
Sabrina“Betty, I’m so sorry,” he says, reaching for my face again. I flinch away but then glance up at him like I’m sorry for it, taking his hand in both of mine and squeezing it.“I – I just, I’m a Celestial,” I whisper, shaking my head. “And I don’t know what it’s like with the other girls here – but I take that very seriously – my family…my father…”I hang my head like I’m deeply ashamed.Which is bullshit, of course. Betty might be a virgin who lets her father use her chastity as a bargaining chip to further his own political and corporate machinations, but I certainly am not.But that’s not useful for Max to know. Which is a shame, because the way he kissed – and the way he started to use his hands –Stop right there, my wolf chaperone snaps. Back to bus
SabrinaI hum lightly to myself as I thumb through the pages of Philomena’s book until I get to the page I want. It’s not an original manuscript – a photocopy, in fact – so it’s got all of my notes in the corners. And at the top there is a very pretty drawing of a very pretty little fish.My work, of course.“Okay, fishie,” I whisper, smiling and tracing a finger over the little guy’s pretty shape. “Time to be my bait.”I exhale, drawing my finger away from the page and concentrating, looking through Philomena’s writing again to find the hook she embedded in the piece that allows me to start the spell. I find it quickly – I’ve been practicing this spell for a long time and itching to use it – and begin to concentrate, allowing the magic to form in my mind according to the instructions my muse has laid out.While I let everyone at Max’s d
RhettI glare hard at Max, my hands shoved deep in my pockets. He returns the look with interest, his fangs bared at me.God, what an idiot.“She’s lying to you, Max,” I growl. “We’ve been over this!”“You’re such a jerk, Rhett,” Max snarls, shaking his head at me. “She’s a lovely girl – I can’t fucking believe you had a knife to her throat earlier tonight –““I probably should have cut it!”His mouth drops clean open. “What is – Rhett are you okay?” Max asks, storming forward, not an ounce of actual care for my mental health in his expression. “She’s a tiny, sweet little girl who is kind of a nerd! She likes to read and sit in the library all day! She was sobbing in my arms this evening terrified of
RhettI lean toward Max, pressing a hand to my chest, speaking slowly and seriously like I’m begging him to hear me. Which I am – even though we’ve been through this a thousand times. “I don’t date in this school, Max, because I’m a fucking Delta. The girls here are Celestials – they don’t even look at me.”“One – bullshit,” Max, says, holding up a finger at me in the same way I did to him a few minutes ago – something we’ve been doing since were kids. “I see girls looking at you all the time –““Looking is different than dating. You can look at someone without acknowledging its worth as a person.”Max takes a deep breath, I think seeing my point and working hard – again, as he usually does – to check his p
Sabrina“Sabrina!”“It’s just girl code –““It’s insane!”I frown at her. “No, it’s not.”“Sabrina, I don’t even have a chance with him –““It’s not about that.”“It’s ridiculous to end all of your plans just because I asked you to –““But you didn’t ask me to,” I say, nodding seriously to her. “And…I mean, it would be easier to pull off all I have planned if Max is gaga for me, all wrapped up in a love haze but…” I purse my lips, considering again what I spent the whole night considering after I left his rooms. “I can do it in other ways.”She just stares at me, her mouth continuing to hang open.“I’m still going to have to stay close to him,” I sa
Sabrina“Cosette,” I say softly, pressing my hand to my heart and leaning toward her, needing her to hear me on this. “I didn’t know that you felt that way about Max.”She blushes and drops her eyes, her natural bashfulness coming into play. “I know you didn’t, Sabrina. I just…didn’t know you intended to get close to him in that way.”“So, when I said I was going to his dinner parties…”She shrugs. “I guess I just thought you meant as a friend. Or like, a spy. It never even entered my mind that you’d want more. I mean…” she lifts her eyes to mine now. “He’s your enemy. Why would you want to kiss him?”I smirk a little. “I mean, you’ve never wanted to…”She scoffs at me and I put my hands up, not pushing any furt
Sabrina“Stop it!” she shouts, grabbing her pillow and hurling it at me. “It’s not normal! No, it was not okay for him to put his hands on me but you’re not going to kill him! This is going to be handled in a very normal way!”“Which is?” I ask, dry.“We’re going to report it to the bosses and let them decide!”I huff, shaking my head at her as I turn back to Matt –“Don’t look at him!”Kind of stunned by my cousin’s unusual order, I turn back to her, eyebrows again raised. “I’m in charge!” she says, smacking her palm against her mattress with a thwack. “This is my life! We’re doing this my way – not some sick underworld Lupa way! Say it! Now!”I take a deep breath. “I’m not letting him hurt you, Cosette.”
Cosette“Whoa!” Juliette shouts, skidding to a stop at our side. “What – what the hell’s going on here!?”Matty slowly raises to his feet as Demrick groans in pain – and maybe in terror - and I just stand very still, shocked.“Demrick put his hands on her,” Matty growls, glaring down at his enemy before lifting his eyes to Juliette. I watch as he shifts in to his usual calm demeanor – tucking his Lupa identity away, becoming again the hapless nice guy who is so helpful in the kitchen. “I told him not to.”Juliette turns her attention to me, eyes flaring. “Is that true, Cosette?”“Um,” I say, hesitating but then shrugging. God, I don’t – I don’t want this to become a thing. “Yes? He shook me –“Juliette gasps, spinning her attention back to Demrick with ire in her eyes as more people gather
Cosette“Was it a guy!?” he asks again – shouts, really, his arms tightening around me so much that I yelp, surprised as I’m crushed against his chest.“No!” I cry, shaking my head. And it’s not a lie – not really – Max didn’t do anything – and honestly, neither did Sabrina if I’m admitting the truth to myself – I didn’t tell her that I like the Prince, and even if I did I have no claim on him –The only person who’s really hurting me is my own stupid heart –“Who have you been seeing, Cosette?” Demrick snarls, his head lifting and snapping as he looks up and down the hall like someone who dated and dumped me is just going to be standing there thumbing his nose at us or something.“No one!”Demrick snarls again, louder now, his
CosetteI wipe hastily at my cheeks as I rush down the hall, sniffing hard. But no matter how fast my hands work they can’t seem to make the stupid tears just go away.God, this is so embarrassing.But I can’t help it – I’m just…fucking devastated.I couldn’t believe it for a second when I wheeled the cart into the room – I though I had to be imagining it or that my eyes had suddenly broken or that I’d gone insane.Sabrina! Fucking Sabrina in Max’s lap – my Max!My wolf howls and I scowl at myself because…why am I being so stupid!?I whip around the final hall corner and hurry down the basement corridor toward my room, desperate to get in there where no one will see me.Because this truly is so incredibly stupid. And not even just silly – just stupi
SabrinaAnd I remember that he’s always known her name. And while that might be just him liking her pastries and being kind to the employees of this institution, that sort of thing means something to girls like Cosette who are so talented and so often overlooked.I remember back to the night I tried to poison Rhett –And the charm she used on the water – the rhyme so simple, but flexible enough that a powerful Pancibus like her could…could use it every day, bake it right into the bread…Bread that Max eats every morning and evening.My jaw drops when I realize that…Cosette has been protecting him. Protecting Max from any poisons that someone might slip into his food – into any of his food, as long as he eats her bread along with it. And more than that, she’s been boosting his health – everyone’s health who eats her pastri
Sabrina“No!” Rhett calls back to me, pushing the door from the other side. “My thesis statements are fine – I don’t need your damned critiques tonight –“I burst out laughing, pushing harder, and the door gives way just a little bit. We’re all well aware that this is a farce - I’m small enough and he’s big enough that if Rhett wanted this door shut it would be. But I play along, pushing hard, enjoying myself. “Your thesis statements are crap!”“They’re fantastic!”“You need me!” I give one final shove and the door gives, Rhett smirking at me on the other side.He looms over me and points a finger at my face. “You keep your little sparkly pink pen away from my work tonight, Spencer.”I wrinkle my nose at him, all of my teeth bared in a wide smile. “Just try
SabrinaOr! That same bedroom could become the sky itself, and I could conjure up some wings on my back and walk through the clouds, feeling something akin to what it’s like to be a bird. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to touch any of the clouds or feel the wings, but it could be –“Hey!”I turn with surprise toward the voice, my face breaking into a smile when I see Oliver, of all people, chasing me down the hall.“Betty,” he says, smiling and slowing his jogging steps. “Damn, you got far fast.”I laugh, grinning up at him. “Little feet,” I say, lifting one fashionably booted foot and nodding down to it. “Make fast tracks.”His smile deepens. “You say weird shit. I love that.”Joy races through me. God, I love boys.“What’s up, Ollie?” I ask, stepping just half a step closer, ti