All Chapters of Zeda And The Four Princes Of Shadowbrook Academy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zeda woke up from her third round of sleep on Wednesday afternoon. She had indulged in nothing but eating and sleeping. It was a free day: No classes, no crew rehearsal, no training with Adrian. She hadn't even cracked the spine of a single book, let alone finished reading the five enormous volumes. She could already picture Torvin's smug, gold-eyed gaze and hear his inevitable, relentless taunt if he ever found out. Suddenly, her phone rang, and her heart pounded with a desperate prayer that it wasn't a call from Torvin. He hadn't called yesterday, and she hoped the day would end without his demands.To her immense relief, it was her mother.“Mom!” she exclaimed joyfully, surprised at how much she had missed her parents.“Zeda, how’ve you been?” Her mother, Cassidy, asked, her voice as calming as she remembered.“Great. Took you guys long enough to call since I left,” Zeda said, pulling a face even though her mother couldn't see it. She could hear her dad, Evander, singing loud

“Coming with you?” Zeda frowned, pulling the towel tighter around her damp body.“I know how stubborn you are, kid. That’s why I got here first before going there, and sure enough, here you are, looking…” his eyes raked over her again, slowly, and she could swear she felt the towel loosen. “...well, walking around in a cheap towel.”“Say whatever you want, but I’m not coming with you,” she took a step back inside.He took a step forward, invading the threshold. “Go inside. Get dressed. And come with.” He punctuated each word with such cold authority that she almost scurried away to obey. Almost...“Now listen to me, you bossy-arrogant-vampire-jerk-prince Vyr Machiavelli,” she pointed a shaking finger at his face as she spoke. She saw a flicker of genuine amusement flash in his eyes at the ridiculous string of names she had for him. “You can’t just come to my house and boss me around, telling me what to do. I make my own decisions, and the sooner you understand that, the better for you

It was seven PM when Kyle parked the limo in a reserved space in the vast plaza in front of The Gilded Lily, rounded the hood, and opened the door. Vyr stepped out and offered his hand to help her. She took it with a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips, wondering how long this gentle, warm side of Vyr would last. She desperately hoped it would last all through the evening at least. The aggressive roar of a motorcycle engine approaching from a distance cut off her thought and wiped the little smile from her face. Her heart fluttered—a sharp, unwelcome sensation—and despite herself, she turned just to get a glimpse of her ex. Just how often was his demon agitated? She wondered. It took only two seconds before he zipped past them, his tousled black hair whipping in the wind, his black leather jacket and matching bike glistening under the moonlight. And this time, unlike when she saw him on Monday, he turned and stared at her as he passed. He must have slowed down

Zeda stood frozen, staring at the empty hallway arch where Vyr had stood mere moments ago. Her mind was a roller coaster, every loop filled with the searing image of his eyes. What the hell just happened?Before she could unfreeze from her shock, the door to her room swung open and Carrie stepped out, clad in a big T-shirt, shorts, and slippers.“Here you are, girl! I was about to let the whole academy know I have a missing roommate,” she exclaimed.She frowned when Zeda remained utterly still, her gaze fixed on the arch without a glance or reaction.“What’re you staring at?” Carrie asked, taking her arms and turning her gently to face her.“Vyr,” Zeda replied, her voice hoarse and thin. “He left.”Carrie’s frown deepened as she glanced at the empty hallway, then back at Zeda in confusion. “I don’t understand. Wasn’t he supposed to? You didn't expect him to stay the night and give you mind-blowing orgasms when your roommate is around, did you?”Zeda let out a sad, choked snort of a l

Zeda called Torvin when she arrived at his imposing door. He didn't answer. Instead, the door swung open immediately, and he stepped out as if he’d been waiting on the other side. He looked like he’d just stepped out of the shower—his hair was damp, and a fitted gray T-shirt stretched across his delectable, solid muscles.“Debtor, good to see you,” he flashed her his annoying, triumphant grin and executed an over-the-top, theatrical bow. “You’re a couple of minutes late, though.”“Sorry,” she managed, rolling her eyes. “Cab driver was slow.”“You should get yourself a car,” he said, opening the door wide to let her pass.“Well, I was hoping you could help me with that,” she said, walking past him into the foyer.Behind her, he let out a short, amused laugh and followed her down the short corridor leading to the sitting room.“Then you’ll owe me all through your years at Shadowbrook? Perfect,” he said. “That’ll further cement your servant status.”She threw him a sharp glare over her