Page 68 of Obsidian and Frost
It hadn’t been an actual knock at the door, it sounded like something had slammed into it.
Was somebody daring to assault the place? Daring to come for him?
Sylas caught my eye, surprise and… something else shining forth.
Shit.I realized what had just happened—I’d just gone wolf-territorial for him.
“Mmm… good to know. Very good to know.”
Oh, jeez.He rounded the coffee table to head for the door, but I threw my arm out, holding him back with my strength. “What if it’s somebody from the Guardian Movement coming here to check if you’ve snuck off campus when you’re supposed to be immersed in your punishment and staying on Wraeven Academy property?”
“Then I guess I’ll be spending a couple of years inThe Void.”
“What?That was how bad it was? That was the only other option?”
“I’d been brought in—arrested—five times, I believe. So, yes.”
Anger sparked in me at the way he’d stated it, like it just… was.
“And you’re just fine with that? Being carted away? Ripped from everything you know and love? Everyone?”
“Obviously not, but it is what—”
“Shut it. Just shut the fuck up.” I grabbed his arm and shoved him into the bedroom with a burst of vampire speed. “Stay in here or I’ll rip your fucking dick off and you’ll be on your knees busy trying to repair it with your magic, which will keep you in here anyway. I’d really advise you take the less extreme option.”
“Rip myfucking dick off?That’s a hollow threat if I’ve ever heard one. You got very well acquainted with my lovely cock last night, there’s no way you would harm him.”
“Him?”
He grinned. “Proving my point.”
“Fuck. Just stay in there. I’ll get rid of whoever it is.”
In the next second, I shoved him inside, my strength sending him careening onto the bed on his back. Then I closed the door, and strode for the front door.
I took a beat to calm myself, then unlocked it and threw it open.
“Shit,” I was choking in the next second, as I took in the unexpected visitor.
Extremely unexpected.
“Not the worst greeting I’ve ever gotten, but definitely not the best,” they responded.
“Velra,” I breathed.
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~Velra~
God,the way he looked at me.
I’d never get used to it.
His gaze raked over me back in my black leather corset top with the faux silver chains and my leather pants, my ombre hair all wild from the whipping wind outside in this area.
Last night was still so fresh on my mind. Hell, I could still feel him on me, touching me, kissing me, and—stop!
“What are you doing here?”
