Page 105 of Spark of Sorcery
Fly leans in and sniffs me. “You smell thesame as always. I don’t know what the hell the professor is going on about.”
“Who does when it comes to the professor?” I mutter.
“I don’t know, you seem to have a better understanding of him than most.”
“What makes you say that?” I ask, with alarm.
“You’re similar, maybe it’s your shared background or something.”
“I am nothing like the professor!”
“You are! Moody, mysterious, secretive.” He points to the dragon in my lap. “You’d make a great couple.” He laughs.
“He kissed me!” I blurt out. It seems once one secret has leaked out, it’s hard to keep any others.
“He what?!” Fly shrieks his voice soaring several octaves higher than it was one second ago.
“Actually, he didn’t kiss me.” I shake my head vigorously.
Fly shakes his head too. “Huh?”
“Henearlykissed me. Or at least it felt like he was going to kiss me but then he stopped himself.”
“You’re sure?”
I pinch my friend on the thigh. “I may not have a heap of experience but I do know what it’s like when someone is going to kiss you.”
“Then why didn’t he?”
“I’m his student!” I point out.
“Meh,” Fly says. “Did you want him to kiss you? The man literally terrifies the pants off me. But if he tried to kiss me, I think I’d wilt like a violet in the heat. I’d be unable to resist all that dark, moody, broody, masculine energy.”
“Yeah,” I say, butterflies stirring in my belly just thinking about it. “But I’m meant to be with the Princes.”
Fly rolls his eyes. “Just because you’re with one person – or three – doesn’t stop you from admiring other people, doesn’t prevent you from developing little crushes.”
“But I don’t admire Professor Tudor and I don’t have a crush,” I say decisively and I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince myself or my friend.
“So what exactly is your plan with this dragon, Cupcake?” Fly asks, as Blaze curls up and starts to snore.
“I usually take him for an evening fly about around this time. You can come if you want–”
“No, I mean what’s your plan in the long run, Cupcake?”
“I … I don’t exactly know yet.”
“Don’t dragons grow really big, like really really fucking big?”
“I suppose so,” I say, peering down at Blaze.
“What does Thorne say?” Fly says a little bitterly.
“He thinks I should hand him in. He thinks I’m going to be in big trouble when they find out I have a dragon and haven’t told them about it.”
“Obviously.” He gazes at the sleeping dragon. “I wonder what they’ll do with him.”
“I don’t know,” I stroke Blaze’s head. “But I don’t think it will be good,” I say, thinking of my sister.
