Page 49 of Venomous Lies
‘With some help, it shouldn’t be too bad. Plus, you have access to magickal plants instead of just the mundane.’
‘Now, I just need to get to the greenhouse and figure out who I’m taking.’
‘You mean how to get out of taking the others?’Cas asked dryly.
‘Do you disagree with my instincts?’
‘The greenhouse magick did not bond withme. It bonded with you alone, beastie. The only gut you should be listening to is yours… A piece of advice I never thought I would give you.’
‘No faith in me.’
‘I know you too well to have that much faith in you.’
‘Rude! Honestly, Cas.’
Cassius laughed before fading to the back of my mind, letting me focus on my surroundings again. Students nearly jumped out of my way, but I ignored both them and the silent starters
Finally, I made it upstairs to my suite. As soon as I reached for the door, it swung open to reveal Z storming out.
“Z! What’s the?—?”
“If he comes looking for me, you didn’t see me,” she snarled. By the end of the sentence, her voice actuallybecame a growl and her blue eyes began to glow. Curly red hair streamed behind her as she ran downstairs, and presumably out of the building, using her supernatural speed.
“Zhara, that’s not—” Aizel’s exasperated words came up short when he realized it was only me there. “Do you know where she went?”
He ran a hand through his hair as his green and gold eyes scanned the dorm hall.
“She ran outside,” I offered, “but I have no idea where she went. What happened?”
“A misunderstanding,” he said curtly, already hurrying down the stairs.
‘Well, that takes care of them not joining you in the greenhouse,’Cas offered.
‘This is the first time I’ve seen them so much as argue,’I said, already chewing my lip.‘Hopefully, it’s not a big thing.’
Cassius just hummed as I headed to my room. Over the next few minutes, I gathered everything I needed to bring to the greenhouse and headed out. The more time I had to work, the better it was going to be.
Hopefully.
JULIAN
Screams ricocheted in my mind, tearing through memories I never wanted to relive and bringing old wounds to the surface.
A beard scratching my chin.
Cold nights with only our heated breaths between us.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I mentally pushed away thedarker memories that tried to surface. No way could I even contemplate those right now.
I’d save those for the darkest night before I let myself remember them… I could tear myself apart without worrying about any potential collateral damage.
The grimoire was nowhere to be found—not a trace of it or even a hint of his magick.
Granted, it was a very, very old book, but my mate had been powerful.
A travesty, the supernatural world had said of his death. A loss for our community.
Others celebrated his demise with as much passion as I’d mourned it.
