Escaping The Deadly Academy

The awareness of Xaden, his presence, and whatever power he holds, make my entire body feel foreign. I only see him.

His intense blue eyes burn daggers into mine. “What did you do to me on the field?” he demands.

My voice refuses to cooperate. He looks damning breathtaking in black suits, few strands of hair falling forward to frame his face,

And gods- his scent.

My body reacts instantly, but I refuse to submit to that shame for the second time.

“Let go,” I force out, and with every force I could muster, I push him. But Xaden doesn’t shift a bit. I blink severely.

He releases my throat and I take that opportunity to bolt, but I don’t even make it past a step.

He grabs my wrist and tugs me back roughly.

“You don’t leave when I’m talking to you.” He growls, forcing something in my body to almost submit.

But then, there’s another feeling. I’ve been controlled all my life. I had never had the luxury of following my own decision. It has to stop. No one controls me anymore.

I mentally push past the need to submit to him, the blinding need to keep wanting him. And all I see is red.

“Why don’t you ask your cursed self what you did to me?” I shot back.

He stills. “What do you mean?”

His gaze drops briefly to my lips then snap back up.

“They say women die under you,” I continue, my voice producing no filter. “Someone died in your arms just two days ago, and you had the nerve to show up everywhere like nothing happened.”

His jaw flexes, but I don’t give up.

“You don’t even mourn the people you kill,” I add. “So I wouldn’t be surprised if what happened on that field was just another way to drag me into your bed before I end up the same way like them.”

His blue eyes roam my face, deeply concentrated like he’s seeing me for the first time ever.

Then he grits out, “I don’t emit fire, so that was you. And you know nothing about me.” He whispers angrily.

I scoff. “Just say it. You tried to seduce me with power.”

Xaden’s jaw clenches. Then he closes up on me fast, our body almost touching. My breath spikes hard as his intoxicating scent wafted into every of my senses.

His face this close…I can’t look away. I had never seen anyone as good-looking, yet so infuriating before in my life.

His gaze darkens. “If I wasn’t told you are under my mother’s watch, I will be ripping off your throat right now to prove I will rather see you dead than think of you being my type.”

Oh,

But beyond the small hurt I feel, is the burning desire that threatens to merge with his fire.

He’s unhealthily hot and damning. I hate him.

I lean close, our lips almost touching. “Fuck. You.”

Then I turn and run before he could possibly kill me.

I don’t stop until I reach the hallway leading outside.

My heart pounds as I push forward, ignoring every instinct screaming at me to turn back before I am caught.

No one stops me.

No one notices.

When I step outside, all I meet is silence. I don’t even see guards. The academy grounds stretch before me.

I wonder if the guards are inside too. But even if they are here, I won’t back down. There’s always a way. That’s what I believe in.

My gaze lifts to the towering gates.

I can climb it. I am good at climbing things. The only reason I was unable to escape scarlet pack was because he had tracking devices inserted into our skins. But it was removed a day before I was given away to Soren.

I can escape this one.

I run forward, grabbing onto the metal and pulling myself up.

My foot slips. Shit. It’s slippery.

I fall back hard, pain shooting through my side.

I grit my teeth and try again, managing to get higher this time.

A sharp metal pierces my skin and I whimper. But there is no backing out. I didn’t come this far to retreat.

“You’re dumb if you think you can make it over that gate without getting killed.”

A masculine voice cut through the silence. And my blood turns cold.