Page 152 of Spark of Sorcery
“When will I see you, Professor?”
“In class I imagine, Miss Storm.” I hesitate. “You know we have to keep this a secret, don’t you? For now.”
“But if we truly are fated mates–”
“This situation is unusual,” I tell her. A commoner a mate of someone like Beaufort Lincoln. It’s unheard of. And then for her to be my mate too – a man not bonded to the others by fate. I’ve never heard of it before. “And that is dangerous for all of us.”
She nods and I kiss her again.
As I’m descending the steps of her tower, listening and searching the shadows for who may be watching, I consider if my words were disingenuous.
This situation is most dangerous for me. I am playing with fire.
I halt on the stairs and lean against the wall, the image of her hand stroking down her throat vivid in my mind, stealing away the cold breath in my lungs.
I was disingenuous to her then as well.
The magic in a vampire’s bite is more than just numbing, far more than soothing.
It’s like an opioid. It has the victim swimming in ecstasy, begging for the feeder to feed from them again and again.
And that’s why I will never feed from her.
I am not like the Princes.
I have no desire to make her my slave.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Briony
If I thought I was confused after all those revelations back at the clinic, I’m even more confused after that encounter with Fox in my room.
I’m not sure how I’m meant to feel about it.
Frightened?
This wasn’t how my time in the academy was meant to go. I was meant to keep my head down and learn the truth about my sister. Instead, I’m not only tangling myself up with three of the academy’s shadow weavers, I’m also messing around with one of the teachers.
Couple that with the dragon I have loose in the forest and I’m clearly asking for trouble.
Guilty?
Beaufort said he wouldn’t stand in my way with Fox butthere’s a niggle in my gut that won’t go away. One that tells me I’ve been unfaithful or wronged them or something.
As I dress the next morning, I meet my reflection in the mirror. There’s the faintest of bruises on my throat from where Fox sucked on my neck, his fingers inside me.
A little whimper bubbles out of my mouth.
I shake my head.
What the hell am I becoming?
Before I arrived at the academy, I’d slept with one man and one man only. Now I’m sleeping with four – or at least, I’d like to be. It’s pretty damn confusing. Am I meant to feel this way? Or am I seriously screwed up?
I decide the only way to know is to talk to them about it like Clare suggested.
Yeah, who the hell am I? Because talking, sharing my feelings – that is not my usual go-to response. Are they changing me? Or is it this place?
