Page 57 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
Aaaand, the holy fuckhole of death is back.
“I’ve survived this long, dick, thanks to my magic and my Lady’s guidance. Both of which I don’t have here, fuck you very much.”
His eyes roll so hard, I’m sure he’s seizing. “Then you need a new plan.”
“The plan is to gather you three, find Kira, and get the fuck out of here.”
Sialen’s glare is like a death ray. “A better plan. Not anewone, a better one is what you need.”
Styx wraps his arms around my waist as if to shield me from Sia’s assholiness, pulling me against his chest in a strange show of dominance. I don’t know much about omegas, but from what I’ve witnessed so far from him, he wants and gives comfort. It’s an intricate part of himself. He cuddles, wrapping around me and enveloping me in his warmth. It’s like he’s trying to find comfort in me as much as he’s giving it.
It’s nice.
I’ve never felt something so nice, really.
“The collars are a mixture of magic and science,” Styx says, pressing his cheek against mine and nuzzling me. “They’re obviously spelled to recognize your personal DNA and sense your magic. Once they sense it, the needles attached to your skin inject the poison into your bodies. I don’t know much about magic, but as far as I’m concerned, it can either be overridden with a more powerful counterspell, or it dies with the caster.”
I can’t help but blink rapidly at his word vomit of total logic.
Sweet and smart.
Someone muzzle me before I sink my teeth into this man and never let him go.
“So, we have to kill the caster?” Sia says with a nod while I’m still drooling and trying to process the omega’s sexy intelligence.
Styx’s fingers slide down my bare back. “There could be another way . . .” He pauses to brush his enormous palms over my body with distracting tenderness. “If we could get blueprints of the make and design of the collar. Hmm . . .” He grazes his stubbled jaw across my neck. “I need to know exactly how the needles are positioned inside you and what nerves they’re connected to. I want to see if it’s possible to use science against the magic and somehow dismantle the thing manually instead of with magic. Magic is what triggers it, so magic is what we have to avoid.”
“We already tried to dismantle it, though,” Sialen argues, crossing his arms against his broad chest.
Styx makes a noise of annoyance against my skin. “With brute force? Really? That’s like taking apart a ship in a bottle and instead of taking time and patience to do it piece by piece, you smash it with a hammer.”
“Ship in a bottle,” Rue echoes with amusement, his sexy sly smile feeling a bit annoying in this moment.
“Then why the fuck didn’t you say anything before?” My defensiveness is on ready, but I can feel the gentleness of the man holding me.
Styx’s embrace tightens with warmth and comfort. “My alpha gave an order . . .”
I turn in his arms to meet his bright, adoring gaze. “You’re not my slave, Styx. You’re allowed to disagree and to voice your opinions.”
His fingers tighten against my hips. “It’s not in my nature to disagree with you.”
My heart melts.
Because I don’t want to argue, I let it go and face forward. “So, all we have to do is find blueprints to these things?”
“Try the lab.” Styx presses a kiss to my cheek. “Or the Headmistress’ office.”
Right.
Because the last time I was in her office, Headmistress Krist knocked Sialen and I out. The last time I’d been in the lab, I’d been tortured and experimented on.
I don’t want to fucking go back there.
As if sensing my unease, Rue grasps for my hand and smooths his fingers across it. “I’ll do it.” My gaze shoots to him, and he offers me a wry smile. “I’ll find what you need.”
I imagine my fingers sliding down his back, through the threads that connect bits of our souls together.Thank you,I tell him, soul-to-soul.
He doesn’t know how much this means to me, or maybe he does. He can feel my emotions, after all.
