Page 120 of Savage Sacrifice
“Nah,” is all he offers, and I don’t press for more.
The curse unraveled only for those who hadn’t died under it. So, just like me, everyone affected by the curse will remain as they are. Ben doesn’t remember, and as much as I hate to see him forget his past, I’m hoping it opens up a wonderful future for him. He was a human, regardless. At least this way, he’s not a supernatural hunter and can do whatever he wants in life.
“Hi Ben, I’m Minnie,” she states, not missing a beat as she waves at him before linking her arm through his. “It looks like you’re stuck with me today while those assholes fight over her attention,” she says with a grin, and he smirks.
“I’ve had worse dates.” He winks, and she raises an eyebrow at him.
“Do you have a vagina?” she blurts, and he shakes his head. “Then this is not a date, but consider me your new bestie,” she clarifies, dragging him ahead.
“You don’t have to leave,” I holler, but she waves me off effortlessly.
“We’ll catch up with you later,” she promises without a backward glance.
Then there were six of us.
Savages to the core.
“We literally saved the supernatural world two weeks ago. Standing in a theme park now feels criminal,” Wylder states, moving to my right, and I hum.
“I think it might be,” I agree, and Asher sighs.
“We deserve to have some fun.”
“Agreed. Besides, that academy isn’t going to run itself,” Tatum adds, giving us a pointed look.
“And everyone is being transferred over from Florentine’s tomorrow, so it’s today or never if the schedule doesn’t change,” Lincoln mutters, uncertainty warring in his eyes as he scrubs the back of his neck.
“We’re going to have our work cut out for us,” Blaze confirms, and I smile despite the unknown.
“That’s what we get for agreeing to take on a mammoth task.”
Two weeks of watching the disarray unravel throughout the supernatural world made one thing clear: the academy is still needed. Not to pit factions against one another and continue to create a divide, but to educate students. And what better way for me to educate myself than to do it with the men I love? It might not be forever, but right now, the students deserve to understand the truth straight from our mouths, and that’s what they’re going to get.
“At least we’ll have Belladora to help us,” Asher states. “Family, too,” he remembers, knowing his mother will be joining us on campus tomorrow.
There’s a lot going on and our journey is far from over, but I can’t think of a better way for us to piece it back together.
“I’m not having someone call me Professor, though,” Lincoln grumbles, and I snicker.
“What do you want to be called?”
“They can call me the guardian of the light,” Wylder declares, earning an eye roll from the others, but it makes me smile.
“I like it.”
“Make me the healer of wounds. Wait, that’s shitty, I want to trade with Tatum; The shadow walker,” he declares, and Tatum scoffs.
“You’re all dumb.”
“Nah, we’re just love drunk on our woman,” Blaze retorts.
Asher hums in agreement. “Our center,” he adds, despite the fact that I’m no longer a witch, but it still resonates with our dynamic.
“Where to first?” I ask, and Wylder slings his arm around my shoulders, leading the movement.
“I don’t care, but I call dibs on sitting next to Polaris on the log flume. We have a tradition,” he states, winking at me, and I blush.
“If you’re getting her off on the log flumes, I call dibs on the Ferris Wheel,” Tatum insists, making my blush deepen.
