Page 6 of Unicorn Shifter Academy
Angel placed her hand on my arm and her touch instantly calmed me.
“No mermaid magic,” I complained at her, although it felt better than the needles still zinging over my skin.
She left her hand right where she’d put it and adorned a little pout on her face. “I don’t like seeing you sad, though.”
“I’m not sad,” I insisted as I peeled off her hand.
“Didn’t you want to be human?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Yeah, of course.” Humans were all but extinct these days. In a weird way, that made me special.
Although, I wasn’t feeling very special at the moment.
I went back to plucking the strands of the pillow when my stomach rolled. “I just don’t feel so good. They gave me poisoned Skittles and they’re still bothering me.
Angel hummed in thought, but she didn’t get a chance to reply. The door slammed open and we both turned, startled, to find Ned grinning at us like an idiot.
Being Angel’s brother, I would have loved to make fun of him for being a male mermaid, except he’d awakened as a warlock.
And he loved to show off.
“The fun has arriiiiived,” he sang as he snapped his fingers, summoning his grimoire and a burst of confetti.
Typically, grimoires were only assigned to Dark Mages, but Ned wasn’t like most warlocks. He wasn’t like mostpeople.
This was apparent because his “grimoire” was extremely ghetto. It was essentially a black book where he’d spelled all the original pages to turn into incantations, and the outside had his homemade clan icon, which was just a circle with a line through it.
Because the clan didn’t exist. He was the first—and only—of his kind.
He called himself a rockstar warlock. Just because he played electric guitar—rather poorly, I might add—and he’d awakened as a warlock, did not give him the right to invent such a ridiculous clan.
“Not now, Ned,” Angel chided.
I glared at the glitter on the floor which I realized was in the shape of tiny dicks.
“Mature, Ned,” I grumbled, although a flicker of a smile edged at my mouth.
My friends knew how to cheer me up.
“Soooo, does that mean you want me to stay or go?” he asked, jabbing one thumb over his shoulder while he tucked his grimoire against his chest.
“Bonny, are you up there? We’re about to make the toast!”a female voice shouted up the stairs, one of the servants who’d been my nanny for years that I called Auntie Linda.
I sighed at Ned. “Can you turn a room full of supernatural dicks into confetti instead of turning confetti into dicks?”
He chuckled as he slipped inside and closed the door. “Afraid not. Even if everyone downstairs is a certified dick, I can’t turn them into confetti. My clan has a no-harm-no-foul rule.”
Angel smacked his shoulder when he sat on the bed and squirmed between us. “You don’t even have a clan, you dork. Stop making up rules to excuse your lack of real magical ability, unlike some of us who actuallyarerare and magical creatures..” She blinked her third eyelid as a demonstration.
“Don’t blink that slimy eyelid at me!” he shouted, crisscrossing two fingers in an “X” gesture.
I hiccuped, released a massive rainbow bubble into the air, and then promptly grabbed my throbbing head.
Last time releasing rainbow bubbles had helped my headache, now it only seemed to make matters worse.
My friends both stopped and stared at the sphere while it floated across the room before bursting over the confetti dicks.
“What the fuck was that?” Ned asked, looking at me as if I’d grown two heads.
