Supernatural Academy Series
All that I can get of him.
A brush of cold air whooshes between us and I blink, trying to process what is happening. Ben's face twists like he's in pain.
"Wha-"
"Told you, deviant, you should have done my laundry." Gwen stands at the door with a purplish jar in the shape of a pyramid in her hand.
"How did you get in my room?" I feel a tugging sensation in the air, and I turn back to Ben, his fingers slipping from mine as he fades from view. He's trying to say something to me, his eyes fill with desperation, but I can't make anything out.