Page 36 of House of Pain
Without another word, Alecto went over to the door, leaving him in his room as she made her way back downstairs.
It was rich of her to expect that Matias was going to give her what she wanted.
Maybe she should just give up on having sex with men. It didn’t look as if they knew what the fuck they were doing anyway.
Or maybe Alecto was indeed broken, unable to have an orgasm with another person involved.
“Bitch, where have you been?” Jolene’s scream welcomed her as she descended the stairs.
Jolene stood by Blaze and the twins, still in the same spot by the wall, a bottle of whiskey in her hand.
Alecto strode towards them and grabbed the bottle from Jolene. She tipped her head back as she took a few massive gulps of whiskey.
Jolene laughed, “Atta girl!”
Alecto gave Jolene the bottle back and wiped her lips with the back of her hand as she locked eyes with Blaze. He smirked, his eyes flickering with challenge or amusement; Alecto couldn’t tell.
Well, if Alecto couldn’t get fucked tonight, at least she could get fucked up.
14
There were two things that were annoying the fuck out of Blaze.
First was his hangover, or the lack of it.
He hadn’t drunk enough last night to completely ruin him today, and because of it, he was stuck in this groggy state, where his mind was slow as a snail, and he wanted to die, instead of being pleasantly buzzed during lectures until he finally sobered up in the afternoon.
The second was that Alecto still hadn’t spoken to him.
Yesterday at the party, she at least looked at him. Even if it was just to throw a few icy glares.
But it was getting completely out of hand.
Yes, Alecto was often pissed off. If Blaze were honest, she wasalmostalwayspissed off. But this was just unacceptable.
How was Blaze supposed to play when Alecto was not responding to his games?
How fucking boring.
Blaze snorted, drawing Val’s attention. She arched a brow as if asking whether he had lost his mind, but he ignored her.
They were sitting in the Defensive Artistry class. It was Blaze’s last lecture of the day, and he was so over it all. A joint and a bed were all he craved.
Yet, Professor Felix didn’t seem to give a damn.
“Mr. Leveau, would you mind coming over to the front of the class to demonstrate this spell?” the professor asked, looking at Blaze over the top of his thick brown glasses.
Blaze sighed heavily, rising from his seat.
He didn’t even have the energy to argue and debate with the professor, so that he would just give up and find it easier to get another student to perform the fucking spell instead.
Blaze took the steps down the auditorium, striding to the long table in the middle of the platform where they usually came to perform spells, the professor’s desk shoved in the corner.
“Just like any other magic, your defense spells require either the ritual to fuel itorone of five magic types’ sacrifice,” Professor Felix explained, coming to stand by Blaze’s side. “Blood magic, which you don’t have the permission to practice at Venefica, might I add.”
He said the point as if they didn’t know the rules already. Blaze rolled his eyes, which drew a few laughs.
“Blood magic will require a decent amount of blood depending on the strength of your protective shield. The stronger the spell you want to cast, the more blood you’ll have to use. And the more potent the source of the blood will have to be.”
