Well, that was a fun bout of sparing till Lucien cock blocked.
The archives smelled of parchment, candle wax, and the slightest hint of dried herbs. This strangely comforting combination enveloped me as I leaned over the table, towering stacks of tomes, scrolls, and loose pages scattered in disordered fashion about the dark wood. The older books were more temperamental, enchantments buzzing against my skin as if deciding whether or not they liked me. I ignored the prickling sensation, brushing my fingers over ink-stained edges until I found the section I had been searching for.Seraphine Aurelian.Her name was legendary in these halls. I had scoured publicly available records already, the same ones any overeager history major could recite by rote. But Nerezza’s records were different. Restricted. Selective. The pages here hadn’t been scrubbed of their more unsavory truths, and that was precisely why I was here.I traced a curling script across the brittle page, reading the same familiar passages of the dragon war, of the alliances and betrayals,
It was the kind of dream that burrowed under your skin and settled there, thick with heat and danger.Nora was under me in the grass, her back arched, her mouth open in a silent scream. Moonlight shone in her hair, a tangled cascade of black with glimpses of gold that sometimes appeared in her skin when her magic was high. My hands were on her hips, pulling her forward against my body in a steady rhythm that left no room for thought. Her nails dug into my shoulders, biting, and I could hear the scrape of them close to her skin, harsh enough to draw blood, and the bite of it only had me harder. She breathed in sharply and fast, and I breathed with her, and it was too soon, but it had to be this way.And then the wind changed. Her scent shifted. Silver. Cold. Wrong.Shadowed figures stepped out of the tree line in the same predatory glide I’d seen them do on patrol. Silver-blooded mercenaries. The eyes of one caught the light of the moon and gleamed like coins pulled fresh from a grave.
I burst through the doors of Aurelian House with my magic crackling just beneath my skin. I was flushed with adrenaline, and the air of the courtyard seemed to grow warmer with my every step. Calm on the outside, but I felt like a war raging on the inside, kept from spilling out by nothing more than sheer will.I needed to do something, anything, to burn off some of the power since the breach, but sparring with Elias had only seemed to make matters worse. The pressure of his grip on my shoulders, his gaze so heated it felt as if my cheeks might burn. The way he had moved against me, the press of his hips, and the fast slide of his tongue. I could feel it still, like his hands were seared through the cloth of my shirt.I blinked, and the memory was back in full. The exact way his eyes had darkened when the lines between sparring and anything else had blurred.Needless to say, my brain hadn’t been satisfied there. As soon as I closed the door to my bedroom, another image had come rushin
Nothing would cleanse that meeting from my mind, not even wine. Too many voices raised in vain, too many elaborate poses, and all of it pointing back to her. I left before I said something that would make things worse, my hands jammed into my coat pockets, cutting across the courtyard. The night air was sharp, but it was cleaner than the chamber full of people who seemed to care more about politics than about keeping her safe. The crunch of gravel beneath my boots came as a relief as I made the path to the Everley greenhouse. Soft amber light spilled through the glass panes, a warm glow in the darkness. The air inside always smelled of damp earth and something sweet, and I needed that calm. Needed to remember something that wasn’t tangled up in bloodlines and rivalries. I was halfway to the door before I heard voices, Professor Dana’s, lilting and a little bit ragged at the edges, and Professor Voss’s deep, rumbling voice in reply. I stopped in the shadow of a climbing vine and liste
Elias and Caelum had reached a silent compromise, though I could tell it cost them both. They walked me back together, one on each side like I was some priceless relic being escorted under guard. Neither spoke much, but their presence carried its own weight. Elias had that steady, watchful stillness about him, his eyes scanning every shadow as if daring something to step out. Caelum radiated a different kind of tension, all sharp edges and coiled strength, like his wolf was pacing just beneath the surface. I felt caught between them, the space around me thick with unspoken things. When we reached the dorm, they exchanged a look I couldn’t quite read before each gave a brief nod and left me at the threshold. And to add to the boy drama I didnt go directly into Aurelian House which meant running into Lucien and his cryptic message that I can’t trust anyone maybe not evn him. A real comfort that guy is. I didn’t sleep. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying every m
The word breach hit me like a slashed vein. Whispers in the halls, pairs of runners, the tower bells clanging out a single cold note. I should have been with the council, playing the heir, instead, the sound had wrenched a string in my chest until it hurt. Not mine. Hers. The bond between us, thin and worn, still alive, buzzed a warning through my bones. Nora outside a wall that should have held. Silver-blooded mercenaries flashed through my mind, killers who didn’t guard, only took. My fists ached as I forced myself forward. Politics could wait. She couldn’t. The bond thrummed again. It wasn’t a voice. It wasn’t a message. It was only a pull under my ribs that said, “Move.” I swore under my breath and did. Every instinct I had lined up in a single direction. Find her. I saw the gardens over and over when I closed my eyes. Moonlight on shattered stone, the path where the wards thinned near the old Aurelian gate, the same place the rumors said she had been on the night of the Hunter