Magic Academy: Finding My Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Samael cocks his head to one side, blinking at me, and I violently pull my blanket over my head when I spot a glimpse of his teeth. I'm so embarrassed! Why did I ask him to stay? "Oh, no!" Samael is feigning confusion. I can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes me stop breathing. I hope staying hidden will save me from this awkward situation. "Wherever did she go?" Suddenly, hands clamp down onto my shoulders, and I shriek, prompting laughter out of Samael. "You know..." He pulls the blanket over my head, smiling when he finds me with a mad blush. Every second that his gaze stays on me, I feel shivers starting from my toes. Damn teenage nerves. "Hanging out with me isn't a good idea." "Because you're my teacher?" I question. Samael bites his lower lip, looks at me, and then opens his mouth to let out some steam. I find him incredibly sexy. "No, it's because I'm not a good person, Raven." Hearing my name on his tongue feels so righ

After the rain has stopped pouring, I'm dragging my feet across the wet grass while keeping my gaze low. My jeans stick to my body like a second skin, and the leather jacket I'm wearing feels like a rag. I'm chilled to the bone but move a curl of black hair from my face and trek down a trail. The trees seem to dance with the silent wind, and then I hear voices—one belongs to my grandmother. Suspicions flash within me, and I scan my surroundings. My eyes settle for a thick oak tree, and I quickly hide behind it, pressing my back against the wet trunk. "Don't mention this to anyone!" My grandmother orders. "We don't want the students to be afraid when we have the Christmas ball coming up." I sneak a peek. My grandmother is walking in my direction, with two other teachers following her. They are transporting something on a stretcher—I suspect there is a dead body on it, but the black plastic draped over it prevents me from confirming this. One te

On the day of the Christmas ball, I wake up with an anxious pounding inside my chest. I sit up in my bed and hug my legs while glaring at the wall. It's my birthday—I should be excited, and instead, I'm terrified of the vision my grandmother had. I don't want to die. "But it's not like I can sit in my bed all day, either," I mumble to myself. I dress for breakfast. The mate-bond thing won't happen until later. I don't have to worry about looking into Blake or Hayden's eyes right now; the clock needs to hit eleven—the time I was born. Pouting, I pass the time by walking into the cafeteria. I pick out some sandwiches and eat them in silence. Hayley joins me, introduces me to her Fae friend Alina—it seems all Fae aren't bad. And then, we all eat together. Lucy is on my mind the entire day, along with thoughts and ideas on how life together with Hayden and Blake would be. Hayden would bake me cookies any time I asked for them. Meanwhile, sex with Blake wo

Lucifer Raven rejected me, and now the room won't stop revolving. The presence of hostility in her eyes is unmistakable. Hayley, her friend, was murdered by my kind. But if I had let Raven stay inside the ballroom, then she would be the one lying on the floor. I understand her anger towards me. Raven believes we could have saved Hayley, but she doesn't realize that she can't defeat the demon who did this. Maybe I could, but I'm not a hero. I would choose to save Raven before anyone else inside this room. She is the only person who has ever been kind to me. I still remember when she called me her friend for the first time—I believe that was when she changed the future. It was when destiny tied our journeys together. I'm not a decent person. Demonic blood streaks in my veins, and I've done awful things, yet I don't want to reject her yet—I need to see if maybe there is a reason we are mates. "She is dead because of you!" Raven is holding

My head is pretty much in the clouds as I attempt to focus during class the next day. I'm supposed to be listening, learn how to craft potions with the other witches, but my mind keeps drifting off to Hayden. The poor guy cried himself to sleep and spent the night in my room without saying a word. When I woke up, Hayden was gone and had left a note that said: "My dad came to pick me up. I will spend some time with my family." I sigh and pretend I'm paying attention to class when Mrs. Phyllis glances at me. The delicate woman smiles upon seeing my attentive eyes. She then continues talking about different herbs to create love potions. New year's evening is coming up, but all my fellow witches want Valentine's day already. "It is hard to create a love potion, and in most cases, they don't work on the person drinking it—does anyone know why?" Mrs. Phyllis asks the class and looks around with her thick glasses. A witch, I think her name is Francesca, hold