Page 92 of Rebirth Of Order
“I’m aware some of you have alternative plans than ascending. This doesn’t pertain to you. Those it does, you can pick an entity of your choosing, upon entering your final year. However, if this being still lives, you must defeat them in combat, or pray you live long enough to see them expire. Only then shall you obtain God or Goddess-hood”
He flips another page and the inquiring students write something down. I haven’t taken a note in either of my previous classes, and I’m worried that we’ll have a test later.What are they annotating, and will it be on the test?
“Anything else we should know?” Draco questions.
“Ask your House Leaders. We’re moving on.” Crimson and white magic flings from the pages and takes a humanoid shape. “Eternal bonds. Starting each academy year, Eros descends what he calls theBook of Bonds. Each student will sign their name in blood and wait. Since your first years, this means you.”
Caspian peers around, and the colorful images darken, showing us fays on their knees pleading, crying, and in search of something. No longer romantic and loving, yet amazing to witness.
Blaise taps my shoulder. “Are you searching for love? Your one–”
“Shhh,” I blow. He snickers and leans back, silently clapping, which prompts me to giggle.
“Signing your name does not grant you an eternal; it’s an initiation to his game. You’ll receive a new ability, designed for you andyour eternal bond. Eros implemented this secret rule after the other entities forbade him from creating more mates. A game of chance. You’ll seek out your counterpart, another fay tethered with this new ability, and combine auras in any way you see fit, finalizing your bond. As seen here, most of you may never find your eternal bond. The radius of your search can be wide and long, but you’ll survive. Any questions?”
I’m surprised; not a single student raises their hands after his speech ends. Good thing none of this pertains to me.No shifter bonds or eternal bonds. I’m here for vengeance.Regardless, Blaise’s question continues lingering. If I am to bond, which one of these entitled males would Eros partner me with?Russ or Caspian? Sure as shit not Blaise’s annoying ass or Ethan. Maybe Alex, Raine, or Mar…
The door opens, drawing my focus, and Marcel enters without so much as a greeting, but rather an otherworldly sign.
“Let’s go,” he demands, and Caspian sighs.
“Can’t this wait until later?”
“No, it’s either now or forfeit. Your choice,” he replies, and the surrounding air turns thick with tension.
I must admit that Marcel looks damn good in his workout gear. He is better off shirtless with how painted-on his sweatshirt is. Loose strands fall from his messy bun, and the tightness of his jaw gives him a rugged look–
Get. It. Together, please.
“You like him too? Let me–” In reaction, my hand reaches for Blaise’s book, and I fling it across the room. Embarrassment blends with frustration, and I can feel the heat bubbling beneath my cheeks.
“I don’t like him, so stop,” I whisper yell, and he stares without speaking. Reaching in his bag, he removes another brown leather book. “You’ve got to be kidding me. How many of those do you have?” Blaise shrugs before doing what he does best. Writing.
“Listen up, we’ll end our lecture for today. You can see yourselves out,” Caspian announces, peering over to me before they both exit.
Most students leave behind them in a hurry, but a few remain.Me, I’m getting the hell out of this sex-induced room with plans of hacking, practicing my magic, and taking a nap. Not in that order.
Obtaining my bookbag and departing, I notice Blaise grab his and follow after me, still jotting.
“What are you, the keeper of secrets? You wrote the entire lesson.”
“Information, secrets, conversations, it’s all the same.” He shrugs.
“Well, I don’t want mine spread across campus. I have enough lies being passed around about me.” I check my phone and see a few messages from Angie and Raine.
“Like being a mortal, having no magic, sleeping with Ethan, scared of Tish and Gina, doing fairy dust with Russ, and kissing Alex? Yeah, I’ve heard them,” he states, putting the remainder of his things in his bag, and I damn near scream.
“K–Kissing Alex, doing what with Russ? Who’s coming up with this shit?”
“Sooooo, you’re saying they didn’t happen? Okay.” Retrieving his brown book, he begins to write, yet again.
“Oh my god!” I storm off, officially done with today.
Chapter 23
Practice makes Perfect
KYRA
