Page 26 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
“Pair up,” Professor Sills says with far too much enthusiasm for one a.m.
Night classes blow. I could be sleeping right now. I could be oblivious to kills, Sialen, the Academy, all of it.
Instead, I’m here. Scanning the little group of classmates and trying not to make eye contact with the vampire setting his hopeful sights on me right now.
I wander toward Kira’s side, but a cute guy with black horns and a silver brow piercing is smiling at her like he wants to devour her whole. Starting between her thighs.
Like a good little anti-cock block, I awkwardly walk away before she even sees me, and the two of them pair up at her table.
Leaving me with . . .
“Don’t look so lost, Pretty Sekar. I’ll find you,” he purrs. Literally purrs.
Gag.
I hate how much he gets to me. And so easily! My sex drive doesn’t even try to put up a fight.
The bitch.
He waits at our table with shining dark eyes with the slightest hint of red around the pupil, and it’s painfully hard for me to sit back down. At his side. And be his fucking partner.
Night class blows monster dick. Do monsters have dicks? I think back to that thing in the alleyway and imagine it with a metal monster penis. Bet it cums black grease and everything. I wonder if whoever made it thought to add that specific part of the anatomy to it? Great, now I’m thinking about weird monster schlong. Gross. Get out of my fucking head.
“Turn to your partner and take their hands in yours.” Professor Sills waddles down the aisles and looks all of us over as he goes.
I don’t turn. I glare at the vampiric asshole out of the corner of my eyes. “Touch my hand, and I’ll curse your dick to never get hard again, DeVoure.”
His mouth opens slowly without sound, and I’m surprised when a smile carefully forms against his tragic good looks. Seriously. Ugh. He looks like someone who just jumped out of a Jane Austin novel and found himself locked in a creepy Edgar Allen Poe poem. He’s all dark, slashing lines, and perfection with thick brows and lazy half-lidded eyes.
“I think you should partner with Kira. I like messing with you, Sekar, but I’m not a total dumbass to not know when a girl doesn’t like me. I’ll trade with Kira.” His big palms push against the tabletop, and he’s halfway out of his seat before I can even process his sweet words.
Because holy shit, they really were sweet. It was kindness. It was completely fucking weird for him. It goes against everything I know about him. The teasing, lazy flirtations, I wonder if it’s all just a mask he wears to survive this place.
I suddenly look at him differently, at the loose dreadlocks falling against his temples and pushed away from his face with an impatient hand. A timelessness rests over his features, and I know he must be ancient, even with his youthful appearance.
My hand slips over his before I can stop the stupid little limb.
He pauses, eyes wide and searching into mine.
Shit. I’m going to have to cut my right hand off if it screws up like that again. I take my hand back immediately and cradle the fucking thing for it the mistake it made.
As I hold my hand to my chest, I slowly try to use words. “You—you don’t have to do that.”
A carving smile slices his features. “Do what, Sekar?”
My eyes narrow on him. He wants me to say it.
Asshole.
“You can stay.” I lift my head and try to find normalcy in all of this.
“You want me to stay? You want me?” He barters, clearly trying to get to me since I showed him that minor slip-up of humanity.
“No. I don’twantyou. But I’ve seen your test scores, and you’d be an okay partner.” I shrug like maybe I don’t give a fuck about him, maybe I have thought about the grunts he makes and wondered if he sounds the same in bed.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
“Mmm, why didn’t you say you needed me, Sekar? We could have gotten it on a long time ago. Gottenon with it, I mean.”
