Page 51 of Black Wing and Shadows
“It was indeed.”
“Learn anything else insightful.”
“My dad has been dosing me to prevent my powers from coming out, using what he claimed was a fertility tincture. I hope it really was a fertility tincture—well, it really doesn't matter much now, since every cadet here gets it monthly anyway, but still.”
“That isn’t the best way to start the day.”
“Nope, but it’s okay… All is well. I felt a sense of power and tingling. And apparently, I am going to have GREAT powers, so they keep fucking telling me.”
“I wish I was there so I can kiss your dirty mouth and make all the things right in the world.”
“Me too. I am nowheading to Professor Wormald’s class.”
“I am in Professor Hildegard’s class, which by the way, I have been flying since I was two.”
“Want to trade?”
“Ha-ha, no. I can zone out in this class… Wormald is… um different.”
“When can I see you?”
“Whenever you want…”
“Hmmm, you know what I mean…”
“Do I?”
“So, I can kiss all down your body, touch every part of you, feel your cock in my…”
“Hey, hey, hey, I don’t need to have an erection in class.”
“Easily bothered, eh?”
“Yes. You have that effect on me. Now, be a good girl and go to your next lecture.”
Our squad headed into the Bravo wing and entered Professor Wormald’s class. In his classroom, bookshelves lined the wall behind his desk with countless books. The room had a distinct, almost musty smell. We all found seats. This time, some of Electric’s platoon joined us.
“Welcome to History. I am the mighty, wonderful Professor Wormwald, and clearly, I am a Historian, but I am of High Fae, so don’t try any tricks in here," he told us.
“Yep, he’s a weird one,”I told Zane.
“I told you.”
He went on to tell us about the history of our school and the continent. Most of us probably learned this in grade school. Come on, there must be something better out there. My mind drifted as he kept talking. I was trying to think of a time when I demonstrated power. I started the fertility tincture at thirteen, like most girls do. I didn’t remember shattering windows. I felt like that would be memorable. Also, I hadn’t set anything on fire, which I would remember. There was this thing about hiding in the shadows and manipulating my shadow to make shapes, but surely that was normal. I wondered what powers Zane had or what madeThora’s mom’s ability classified. I was no stranger to classified abilities, as my own dads was, which was why I assumed Vindex didn’t say anything except to confirm he was my dad. My dad’s abilities made it exceptionally hard to lie to him or sneak anything past him—a simple touch in the right spot, and he’d know everything.
***
The class ended, and I honestly couldn’t remember most of what he said. Oops. My brain completely drifted off. Sometimes it happened when the content felt dull to me. It was lunchtime, and instead of going straight down to the first floor and into the courtyard, I decided to take a detour through the watchtower.
I rounded the corner of the tower to enter the Alpha Wing, heard footsteps behind me, and before I could fully spin around, I felt a dagger pressed into my back. Damn. I lowered my right arm and reached for the dagger on my right thigh. The dagger pushed deeper into my back.
“I wouldn’t fucking dare,” said the deep male voice. It was the asshole Shapeshifter who stared at me this morning. This bastard. I felt anger rise inside of me, crackling within. With my hand still on my thigh, I quickly spun to face him whilst pulling my dagger out at the same time. Before he could even react, I had my dagger at his neck. His dagger was now pressed against my stomach. We were both staring at each other with pure rage.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut the air.
“You need to pay for your dad’s debts,” he shouted.
“The fuck I do. I am not him, and I don’t owe anyone shit. If you’re going to stab me, go ahead, I’ll have this in your throat precisely as fast.”
