Page 41 of The Goddess is Awakened
“But—”
Azren peered over their fashion glasses they were just wearing for show.
“Need I remind you that the headmaster of this university has a personal grudge against you and is power tripping so hard, she attempted to cancel a moon orgy? Go to class.”
“Fine. But I’m yelling at you later.”
“I look forward to it. Do it later.”
Asshole.
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It officially happened. Every witch who ever tried to mentor me warned me it would if I ever went to the Academy of the Profane. I was distracted and frankly furious at Azren. If they were going to worry me with this whole death-curse shit, they should have done it from the start when they thought it was me. I couldn’t die but my twin and my brother definitely could. I was pretty sure Azren figured something out and they just fuckingdismissedme.
I was so distracted, my potion blew up right in my face in class. I knew it was eventually going to happen, but I guess I thought it would happen in a few years with a more advanced potion. We were learning a basic levitation potion. Those didn’t get used often because witches could lift things with magic. They just couldn’t lift themselves. If witches were meant to fly, Lilith would have given them that ability, but sometimes, levitation was handy in a pinch.
The potion wasn’t even that complicated or we wouldn’t be learning it this early into our college careers. I mixed up the order for the lavender and powdered silk and it went boom. I wasn’t the first one to explode a potion. Everyone who laughed had already done it. Kaylee had done it more than once and she was loudly acting like I was the only one.
When I got to magical combat, I was mad at Azren and there were rules against throwing magic in the potions lab, so I couldn’t do anything to Kaylee without getting expelled. I was extra distracted and West was whooping my ass. He shifted, helped me up, and pulled me into a giant naked hug.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick? You’re only terrible in magical combat when something is going on.”
“No one is going to stop and hug you in the middle of a fight because you’re sucking at it, George,” Zion yelled. “Fight with your whole chest and show me what I saw on the first day of class.”
I looked up at West and just started laughing.
“Holy shit, did Zion Skinner finally learn my damn name?”
“Is the best dodgeball player ever finally learning your name your proverbial Snickers that makes you go back to the badass I know you are?”
“That and naked West hugs. I need more of those.”
“That can be arranged,” West said, booping me on the nose. “Now, kick my ass. It’s sexy as fuck.”
I hadn’t known West that long, but he’d been watching me and learning. He already knew how to tell when something was throwing me off my game and how to cheer me right up.
Mags was right about one thing. Everyone needed a lion or lioness in their life.
azren
It was not my intention to be late for class. Teaching history was just a cover for what I was really here to do, but it was something I loved doing. I did it in my realm all the time, but this was the first time I got to do it here. Even with Lindsay Krauss and her mini me on campus, I was having a lot of fun and took it seriously.
The majority of my students would have just thought it was god business or that my ego was so big, I just couldn’t be bothered to take their education seriously. There were two that knew better. Drake and George knew the real reason I was here. Since George knew, her twin sister knew. Her dad had a habit of giving familiars their bodies back, so I was guessing that big black dog that followed them around was lounging around their dorm room as a witch and she also knew.
Only Drake and George were willing to call me out about it. Drake was already pouting about something and I didn’t really know why George was so mad. I knew her dad. Reyson was late to literally everything. Something else was going on and I didn’t like it. It was different when people were mad at me just for being the God of Death. I couldn’t help that.
I hated it when people were mad at me and I didn’t even know what the fuck I actually did.
Drake wouldn’t tell me. He never did. I’d always treated him like an equal instead of a child. He’d ignore me while he sulked and sorted his feelings, then come back like nothing happened. I was going to have to talk to Drake next time I got him alone.
He made friends easily back in my realm, but this whole vendetta against the witches here wasn’t doing him any favors. He clammed up any time I mentioned George, so I was pretty sure there was something there where he thought I was siding with a witch over him. It would have been easier if I could have told Drake the truth about what George was, but it wasn’t my secret.
And then there was George, the most fascinating creature I’d ever met. I was late because I had a theory about what her magic might be. There was only one way I knew of that would test it and it could kill her.
I was going to do it anyway because I was pretty sure I was right. I’dneverrisk it with anyone unless I was mostly sure. Especially not with her. And if I was, George might finally be in danger from the other gods.
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