Все главы Magic Academy: Finding My Mate: Глава 11 - Глава 20

I stare down at the dead body for what feels like decades. Someone is screaming, and Hayden taps me on the shoulder, nodding at Lucy with darkened eyes."Your grandmother will probably arrive shortly. You should tell Lucy to hide in your room or something—she won't be happy he isn't inside his mirror."My eyes flick over to Lucy, who smiles at me from under my hair. "Call me when I'm needed.""I will."Lucy spreads his bat-like wings and takes off, leaving me together with Hayden and Hayley."Where is your grandmother?" Hayley whispers through her clenched teeth. "This is getting out of hand..."I nod, silently agreeing with her.People have formed a crowd around the dead person, and someone has pulled out their iPhone and is posing with the body—making me grimace and wish them dead. How disrespectful can a person be?It's one guy belonging to the fire students, probably a werewolf. He is sitting down on his knees a

My confusion hasn't died down even as I step into my room with my new high heels. Samael—why does that name sound so familiar? And why is my heart still pounding from when he touched me? Could he be the man I've been dreaming of? Nah! Samael can't possibly be my mate. My special someone wouldn't be that shifty-shady. I walk inside my room and kick off my shoes, not even hesitating before I plunge into my bed. A tiny voice shrieks in surprise, and I look straight ahead, sighing in relief when I spot Lucy blinking up at the ceiling. He must have fallen from the pillow. The little thing is lying on his back, looking quite distraught. "I've searched everywhere for you!" I exclaim. "Where the hell have you been?!" Lucy tilts his head, locking his eyes with mine. His dark hair is falling into his face, and he smiles goofily. "I've been here the entire time," He says drowsily. "Did you miss me?" I roll my eyes. "Why would I miss the d

I follow Blake outside the classroom, furious that I had to be paired with the arrogant bastard."Can I see the map?" I call after Blake as I run after him. Damn tall people and their long legs, it's hard keeping up with him. "I want to know where we are headed."Samael gave us this map with locations we are supposed to find. He told us another teacher has hidden items at every location, and as proof that we have been to the spots on the map, we need to bring those items back to the classroom.Blake shoots a look over his shoulder. He is way taller than me and has to lower his gaze to meet my eyes. He does it with a disapproving scowl like he isn't impressed by what he sees—what a jerk."You would know where these places are anyhow," Blake says and walks slower to let me catch up with him. "How fast can you run?"I arch my eyebrows. "Why?"A smile touches his confident face. "Because I was thinking of shape-shifting to find these locat

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic. "You're quick to judge a person based on where they come from without even knowing them." I'm speaking from the heart and thinking back to the first time I ran into him. "You talk without a filter, and you don't even care if you hurt people." Blake snorts. "It's not like you are any better. You picked a fight with my girlfriend during your first day and almost burnt down the entire school." I smile with venom lacing my tongue. Blake should

Opening my eyes is not pleasant. It feels like a steamroller has run over me—every limb is crying, begging me to jump off a bridge to end this suffering. I've had better days. Light trickle in through a half-open window, making me groan and turn over in the bed that smells like detergent. I'm drenched in a cold sweat, and my eyelids hurt, probably swollen from the beating I took. "Good, you're awake." Startled, I sit up and try to open my eyes, only to end up squinting like a mole at my grandmother. She is standing at the edge of my bed, wearing her emerald dress and a stern expression. We seem to be in a hospital room, and I remember the school was equipped with its hospital wing. "Morning," I say and lick my lips. My mouth is drier than sand. "Fancy seeing you here." My grandmother doesn't move a muscle. Instead, she glares down at my hands, and that's when I discover my new, unusual bracelets. They are embedded with green, glowing b