Page 33 of House of Ruin
Motherfucker.
The only way to describe what Blaze was feeling towards Norse Fox was as pure hatred.
As Blaze entered the cold building, a chill ran down his back, the dampness seeping into his bones. Winters were despicable times of year, when all Blaze wanted was for spring to finally come back around.
At this time of day, the library was swarming with students, some wandering the long pathways between tall bookshelves, while the others occupied the tables, little groups studying together.
Blaze found Alecto at the very back of the library, at the same table she always used when she studied in there. The leather chair that carried rather fond memories for Blaze was perched in the same corner, very close to their table.
Only when Blaze’s book hit the table did Alecto lift her eyes, slamming her illustration-filled notebook closed.
“You’re fucking late.”
Was it weird that he found ithotwhen she was mean to him?
Probably.
“Then I need to find a way to make it up to you , don’t I, baby?” Blaze licked his lips as he slid into the chair next to Alecto, letting his gaze slide down her body.
Blaze looked around then.
They were in a secluded part of the library, with other students quite far away. If Blaze was swift, they might not even notice him slipping his hand under her skirt.
Assuming Alecto managed to keep her pretty little moans quiet.
Blaze’s blood pressure spiked at the mere thought of it, remembering all the times when he’d made her moan and gasp, whimper under his touch.
This arrangement of theirs was abrilliantidea.
Surprisingly, or maybe not that much, Blaze’s hopes for some naughty time were squashed when Alecto’s palm hit his chest not so kindly.
Her blue eyes were scorching fire. And not the good kind.
“Tell me,Blazy,” she cooed, “do you need good grades to keep your spot on the team?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Very good.” Alecto nodded, flipping open one of the large textbooks near her and flicking through pages frantically. “Then it should be enough motivation for you to actually fucking do some work on this project. Because if we show up once more at the check-in without as much as afuckingplanter with a seed in it, Professor Gabetown is going to fail us.”
Blaze tried. He really did try to focus on the Herbalism project and Alecto’s tirade on how important it was, but the discussion behind him stole his attention.
Two girls were walking past their table, exchanging a hushed conversation. Blaze didn’t know who they were or which Houses they belonged to—if any at all—but the mention of a familiar name was enough for him to perk up.
“Fallon has been gone for like three days now,” one of the girls said in a hushed voice. “What if someone got her? You know, likeRiverblood?”
Another girl waved her off, rolling her eyes. “Please. That bitch is probably partying her way through Avalon Hills. She’ll appear all coked up by the end of the week. Mark my words.”
The hairs on the back of Blaze’s neck rose despite himself. Something stirred at the back of his mind, but he pushed it aside, instead focusing all his attention back on the girl next to him.
Alecto sat so close, he could smell the coconut in her hair. The smell was permanently lodged in his memory.
And Blaze didn’t mind that even one bit.
He could spend all day bathing in that sweet scent, tasting it on her skin, licking it off—
“Are you even fucking listening to what I’m saying?” Alecto snapped her fingers right in front of Blaze’s face, bringing him back from his thoughts. Rather rudely, in his opinion.
Lazily, Blaze blinked, refocusing on Alectoagain. “What were you saying, baby?”
