Page 58 of Magic in the Woods
“How long have I…” Dafni looked adorable as she woke up from her long sleep next to me. Pieces of her hair stuck to her forehead. Her lips were dry, and her tongue darted out to lick them. She’d slepthardthrough the rest of the day and through the night. Part of me wondered if her body was still feeling the effects of her injuries.
“It’s morning,” I said, scooting in closer to her. I’d kept my distance while we’d slept, the bed the Academy provided me large enough to afford some unfortunate space between us.
“Urgghh,” Dafni groaned, her arms raising above her head in a stretch before her hands reached down to smooth her hair. “I’ve missed three days of instruction now.”
“And…?” I questioned.
“And I need to be there practicing with everyone else,” Dafni said.
I rolled over, wrapping my arm around her waist. She stilled. “I already told you what the task was.”
Dafni wiggled out of my grasp, crawling to the end of the bed. I lay back against the wall, admiring the view.
“You said it yourself—that rage was the hardest potion to make.” Dafni’s feet hit the floor, and she began searching for her skirt.
“I was teasing you about it being the hardest…”
“No, you were right. Itishard. I need practice.”
“Okay, I’ll let you go,” I said.
She paced around the room, looking for her clothes. “Oh, you will?”
I smirked. She wouldn’t find them. I’d dressed her in one of my undershirts last night. Her uniform was so far under my bed she’d have to get on all fours to find it. “Only because I want you to win.”
Dafni paused, pulling the shirt down over her freckled thighs.
I looked at her until she met my eyes. “I want you to be mine.”
Like a mouse in the kitchen, she squeaked, pulling the shirt further down her thighs before opening the door of my room and scurrying away.
I tucked my hands behind my head, leaning back into my pillow, waiting for the click of the door closing. She already wasmine.I had the proof on my fingers. I brought them to my nose, smelling her scent. My dick twitched in my pants as I inhaled. The scent was still there—even hours later.
The door to my room blew open—had it closed?—a gust of wind hitting my face.
“Gideon?” The woman I recognized from the television screen in Robinson’s room strolled into my bedroom, her heels stomping, sending dust into the air.
Petunia Fox.
I got out of bed quickly, throwing on the jacket that was hanging from the door of my wardrobe.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She slammed the door, mortar dust from the brick walls raining down. “I didn’t know my air magic was so…powerful.” Petunia stepped close enough that she reached the top of my head with her hand, running her fingers through the strands, smoothing it down.
I took a step back, out of her reach. “What are you doing here, Petunia?”
She rested her hand on her chest, right on top of her breasts, her eyes twinkling when she saw my eyes had followed her hand. “You remembered my name?”
Petunia took a step forward.
I took a step back.
“What else do you know about me?”
I stared at her, trying to keep my face as blank as possible.
“Did you know that I’ll be competing for you today?” She flicked her fingers at my wardrobe, closing it with a burst of wind. “I’m planning on winning.” Petunia took another step toward me, and when I tried to retreat, my back hit the brick wall. She pulled up the waist of her skirt, revealing more of her thigh. “Wouldn’t you like that?”
Petunia didn’t see me shaking my head because she was too busy looking around my room…probably visualizing herself living here with me.
