When I wake up the next morning, I am in an absolute daze of joy. Rafe just smiles at me as he passes my nook on the way to the bathroom, happy to see me happy, but Jesse immediately knows what’s up as I stretch my arms over my head, unable to keep the smile off of my face. “Ugh, it’s so unfair,
Are we okay? I ask quietly mind-to-mind, and Luca’s face instantly softens. Ariel, of course we’re okay, he replies, shaking his head slightly as he slips his hand into mine beneath the table. I’m not mad at you – I just don’t trust that guy. But you and me? We’re fine. I smile then, pleased to
“Please,” Alvez murmurs, gesturing towards – of all places – his desk. As I hesitate, he sinks into his rolling chair, which scoots back a few inches. Seeing my confusion, his smile grows. “I’m unfortunately low on seating in this little room – castles, such wide sweeping halls, such…tiny little wor
But how do I get the upper hand here? Or, at least, get out of this? “No developments in my magic,” I snap, though my voice is soft, almost a whisper as I stare tensely down into his face, wondering what the hell he’s going to do next. “Not since the marble.” “Ah, yes, the fascinating marble,” A
Alvez glares at my mate, who leans his heavily muscled body so, so casually against the wall by the window. And I realize, quite suddenly, that Alvez is playing a very, very tricky game here. Because while he is the professor, and does have power over Jackson… I mean, he can’t exactly make Jackson
The rest of the meeting falls along more predictable lines. Alvez leans back in his chair, asking me about how it feels to access my magic, giving me suggestions about new things to try. And, honestly, the suggestions are actually helpful – he suggests that since sun is the signet to which I’m large
“So, what was going on in there?” Jackson asks softly as we move through the quiet halls, glancing over his shoulder as we go. “Don’t you know?” I ask, frowning up at him. He just looks at me blankly, not answering. “Well, then why did you interrupt?” I ask, confused. Because it’s one thing if
I smirk a bit, my eyes dancing, silently admitting that he’s right – that I’m certainly the one keeping secrets. “You’ve got them too, you know,” I say quietly as we reach the stairs at the end of the hall and begin to climb them up to my floor. “Things you’re keeping back from me.” Jackson’s the