Page 50 of Foxes of Legend

“Are you hurt?” Enko stepped toward me, but I backed away, holding my palm out to stop him from coming closer.

“Don’t look!” Would my scars sicken them? Make me less beautiful?

Enko sported a face of confusion, while Kairos grabbed his arm and forced him around.

Seven pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it at me before averting his eyes. “I’ve had my face between your legs, Fated.”

“Seven,” came Kairos’ warning.

I used what remained of my shirt to wipe away as much of the demon blood as possible, finding a few shallow cuts leaking my own red blood. The white shirt fell past my butt, its sleevesalmost to my elbows. It was impossibly soft and smelled of pine and sweet mint.

“Okay,” I said when I was covered.

Enko rushed toward me, his hands going over my body, checking the lengths of my arms and pulling me into his chest. “You’re bleeding. We need to get you to the medical wing.”

“What are they going to do? Give me some ointment and bandages? It’s a few scrapes. I’m fine.”

Seven and Kairos were watching me curiously, giving Enko a moment to settle his feral side.

Kairos jerked his head toward Enko’s truck. “Let’s go before something else happens. It’s getting darker.”

I reached down and retrieved the clump of metal that had once been my dagger. It was useless now.

Seven let out a low whistle as he looked at it. “Ask Kairos for a new one. You know he’s loaded right? That was badass, though. I thought you were dead for sure.”

Enko stepped in front of him and clasped my hand possessively as we walked. When we reached the academy, I took them on a detour.

Seven: 999

Enko: 674

Kairos: 630

And there, at the top of the first-years, was mine.

Dove: 6

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The green and gold pom poms sparkled in Dove’s hands. Her ass looked perfect as she climbed the stairs in a pair of—obviously—black skinny jeans. One of Enko’s extra jerseys had been knotted near her waist, an attempt to hide the ridiculous size difference.

It was the first time I’d seen her in color, and, goddess, did it look good. She had streaked black warpaint under each eye and put gold sparkles on her eyelids. Her white hair flowed in a breeze behind her, a black clip holding it half up.

Seven kept his arm around Dove, his nose pressed to the top of her head as they took their seats in the stadium. He was obsessed with her now. I could feel him staring at her from the shadows all night. Did he even sleep at all? Was he trying to scare her off?

“That happened fast,” Enko commented.

“We’ll never know what he’s thinking.”

Dove waved enthusiastically from the stands. Enko grinned and lifted his hand. Nothing was about to ruin his first chance to show off for Dove. He had been happier than I’d ever seen him since meeting her, but also more angry.

“She’s happy with him. Is that not enough for you?”

I faced the truth. “She’s hiding something from us.”

Enko growled. “And she’s the only one keeping secrets, is she?”

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