LOGINRAEI found Kieran waiting near the entrance of the great hall. His shoulders were tense, coiled tight like he was ready to fight off anyone who got too close. When he saw me approaching, some of that tension melted away."Hey." He reached for my hand, fingers curling around mine. "That was intense.""Yeah." My throat felt dry. The weight of every stare from that meeting still pressed against my skin. "Listen, I need to go see Miyori about something."His brow furrowed. "Right now?""Right now."For a moment I thought he might argue. Ask questions I didn't have answers to yet. But he just nodded and squeezed my hand once before letting go."Okay. Be good."I managed a small smile. "I try."That was a lie and we both knew it, but he didn't call me out on it. I turned and headed down the corridor, following the path I knew would lead to Miyori's office. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.The gargoyle had been clear. Miyori Fox had checked out that book about En
CASSIANI heard Miyori's voice cut through the hall like a blade."That is disappointing coming from a third year." Her tone was sharp enough to draw blood. "Do you remember when Seraphina's accident occurred?"The boy faltered. His face was still red, but some of the confidence had drained away."It happened before Rae Vale even stepped foot on these grounds," Miyori continued. "Seraphina's death was tragic. But that was also caused by drugs. Horrifying as that is, it had nothing to do with an alleged Omega attending Nocturne. An alleged Omega who happened to be Seraphina’s sister."Murmurs spread through the crowd again. Quieter this time. More uncertain."I also think," Miyori said, "that this is the perfect time to quell these rumors by telling you all that Rae Vale is not an Omega."My eyes snapped to Rae. She'd gone very still. Her hand had slipped from Kieran's grip."I was… I am."Her voice rang out clear. Steady. Every head in the hall turned toward her."When I came to this
CASSIANI followed Miyori out of her office and down the corridor. Our footsteps echoed off the polished floors. Students rushed past us in both directions, chattering about dinner and homework. None of them knew what was about to happen."Has your father come for you yet?" Miyori asked.I glanced at her. "No."She made a small noise in the back of her throat. "That's odd, don't you think?"I didn't answer. We turned down another hallway. The one that led to the main hall."Before all the spells you cast on yourself," she continued. "Before the several layers of protection woven into Nocturne's groundwork. Before you learned to conceal your talents and keep your power outbursts from gaining his attention." She paused. "I know Asmodeus scoured several realms to claim his favorite son."My jaw tightened. I hated being claimed as the favorite son because of a random number."He tore through dimensions looking for you," Miyori said. "Before he figured out you meant business about Elena. B
CONRADI woke up screaming.My hands clawed at my chest, at my arms, searching for the marks. The bruises. The proof. There had to be proof. There had to be something left behind from what they'd done to me.But in place of everything that was done to me, there was nothing.My skin was smooth. Clean. Not even a scratch.I sat up fast enough to make the room tilt. My door was intact. There was no splintered wood. No broken frame. The bed was against the wall where it belonged, not shoved up as a barricade. The floor was clean. No blood. No torn towel. No evidence of the violation that was still playing behind my eyelids every time I blinked.I touched my throat. The place where fingers had dug in hard enough to cut off my air. Nothing hurt.My thighs. My hips. The places where hands had grabbed and held me down while I thrashed and begged. There was no pain or tenderness. There was nothing at all."What the fuck," I whispered.The room stayed quiet. Too quiet. Like it was holding its b
RAE But that worried me even more. "Self-inflicted?" The words came out sharper than I meant them to. Cornelius settled back on his perch. His stone wings folded against his body with a sound like rocks sliding into place. "Magic affects things," he said. "White magic. Green magic. Infernal magic. They all leave marks on the world. On people, especially." I stayed quiet. Waited for him to continue. "When magic affects a person, it leaves a wound." He gestured with one clawed hand toward the door. Toward the school beyond. "Memory magic has ravaged the minds of plenty in this institution now. They all have wounds in their mind. Festering things that will ache and throb." My stomach twisted. "Over time," Cornelius continued, "if they ascend in power beyond whatever demon cast the spell, the wounds become scars. They will remember what happened here." He paused. Those amber eyes glowed brighter. "By then, it will probably be too late." "Too late for what?" He didn't answer. Inst
RAEI didn't remember deciding to run. One second, I was standing in the hallway, the basket cutting into my palms. Next, my feet were pounding against pavement and then stone, and I was moving.The library. I needed to get to the library.My vision blurred. Tears kept coming, and I couldn't stop them. I didn't try to. Students scattered out of my way. I heard voices. Someone calling my name maybe. But I didn't stop.The giant oak doors loomed ahead. They were older than the rest of the school. Darker. The wood was carved with symbols I'd never bothered to look the first time around. Not that anything changed, the second time around. My hands hit them and they swung open with a groan.Cool, ventilated air wrapped around me. The smell of old paper and dust filled my nose simultaneously. I stumbled inside and the doors closed behind me with a soft thud that seemed to seal me away from everything outside.I set the basket down. It hit the floor harder than I meant it to. The bottles cli







