Page 37 of Black Onyx
I turn to look at him fully and meet his eyes. “For both of you.”
Something flashes through his eyes, something other than the usual blankness that sits there, but it’s gone in a second, and his eyes revert back to the cold indifference I’m used to seeing.
“We’re late.” He mutters as he pushes off the wall and pulls the doors to the gym open, disappearing inside.
“Huh, I think you shocked him,” Mayhem mutters, staring after Storm before starting to follow.
“How can you tell?” I ask jokingly.
He smirks, “I’ve known him long enough now that I’ve learned to pick up on the little hints of emotions whenever he deigns to show any at all.”
My reply is cut off by the instructor yelling at us as soon as we step foot through the gym doors.
“You’re late! Get your arses changed now!” the instructor yells, and we instantly separate, rushing to get changed.
As I rush back out, I smack into a hard chest and meet the eyes of a very serious-looking Killian, his tail wrapping around my thigh to keep me where he wants me. Darkness starts to bleed across his eyes as his gifts try to take over.
“Don’t think I didn’t realise that you didn’t answer me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I grin.
“Farren,” he growls, his voice deepening.
Before he can say anything else, I yank his head down to mine and kiss him firmly. His hands tighten on my hips as his tongue parts my lips, and I push myself closer to him; one of my hands goes to the back of his head and pulls on his hair roughly. His chest vibrates with a growl that I feel all the way down to my toes. Fuck, it’s hot when he does that.
When he finally releases me with a chastising bite on my lip, I’m breathing embarrassingly hard, considering it was just a kiss.
He smirks, “That didn’t go quite how you planned it to, did it?”
“Fuck you,” I breathe back, amused despite myself.
He shrugs, “Alright, if you insist.”
He makes a grab for me again, and I bat his hands away with a chuckle. “Not what I meant, and you know it.”
His eyes spark with happiness at my teasing before he falls serious again, “Farren, please promise me you won’t go after my father if he comes here.”
I frown, “How about I promise to keep you informed of all my plans concerning your father?”
“All of them? You’ve already got plans for him?” he asks incredulously.
“Just a vague idea. Come on,” I grab his hand and pull him towards the class.
He lets me pull him forward, but I know he’s going to bring it up again.
The instructor glares at us before separating us and setting us up for sparring. I have to ensure that I hold back, especially now that Loki has healed my back and I’m back up to full strength. I’ve also noticed that my magic is playing up, and I have no idea why. When I come back from the Void, my magic is barely contained, and I normally have to fight it out somehow, but this feels different. It almost feels like when I’m in a dangerous situation, in the middle of an assassination, that buzz of anticipation and excitement. Still, there’s no direct danger right now, and I’m definitely not assassinating anyone. I’m probably safer here than I ever have been; it just doesn’t make sense.
It makes me wonder if maybe there’s a different kind of anticipation that my magic is aware of but hasn’t decided to fill me in on yet. It feels excited. I’ve learned over the years not to dismiss anything, so it’s definitely something I’m going to keep an eye on. I might even check in with the guys to see if their gifts or supernatural sides have been giving them any grief, but for now, I need to focus back on my class.
My third opponent in the class gives me a bit more of a challenge than my previous ones. We were told to use everything at our disposal, stopping just short of death. As we circle each other, I watch him closely, trying to pinpoint what kind of supernatural he is and whether he leans heavily on his supernatural side or the magic he has or whether he can actually fight as well. It’s never a good idea to rely on just your supernatural gifts. It can leave you at a severe disadvantage if, for some reason, you find yourself without the magic or the supernatural side that you’ve been used to relying on in a fight.
It surprises me when I realise that he’s watching me as closely as I’m studying him, so it stands to reason that he’s at least been listening in this class and taking it seriously. He suddenly strikes out with his left fist, and I move just in time to miss being hit by it. A bubble of excitement fills me at the prospect of a proper fight. I strike back quickly, knocking his head to the side and feeling impressed when he just shakes it off and instead of getting mad that he got hit like so many people tend to do, he just keeps his cool.
We exchange attacks for a while, both of us sticking to using only our fighting skills. For me, it’s because if I use one gift in a combat situation, the others tend to want to come out and play too and whereas usually, I can hold them back with my magic behaving oddly at the moment, I don’t want to risk it. I’m not entirely sure why my opponent isn’t using his magic; either he likes to fight the traditional way, or his magic is not the kind that can be used in a combat situation which is entirely possible, but I’m guessing reasonably rare at the academy since our whole education is pretty much based around combat.
If that’s the case, it means he must have some mad fighting skills to get accepted, even if he has his parent’s money behind him.
I’m beyond curious, so I step it up, moving quicker and more precisely. He blocks as many hits as he takes and lands a fair few on me, which is pretty fucking impressive. I start to strike out with my right hand before changing my mind and bringing my leg up to kick out at his stomach. I’m distracted momentarily as his previously dark green eyes flash white, signalling him as a seer and a pretty fucking powerful one if he can use his gift with such preciseness. The distraction costs me, and I end up on my ass. He grins down at me, clearly proud of himself, as he holds out his hand to help me back up.
