Page 63 of Revenge is a Witch

I raise an eyebrow and smile sweetly. "Stealing? Last time I checked, Derek wasn’t a piece of property. You might wanna check the expiration date on those 1950s ideas." Kyla’s face flushes with anger, and I can see her hand reaching for her wand. People around us visibly back away, except for one person: Sebastian. He steps right in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking Kyla’s view of me completely.

"Kyla, don’t," he says calmly, but his voice is filled with a quiet warning.

"Sebastian, move," she hisses, her wand now pointed directly at him.

He shakes his head. "No."

I can see the confusion flicker across her face, mixing with rage. "What do you mean, no? Icommandyou to move!" For a moment, there’s absolute silence. The cafeteria is frozen, students watching, wide-eyed, as the queen bee's puppet suddenly stops dancing on her strings. The disbelief on her face is priceless, and I almost laugh out loud.Almost.

"Looks like your Binding Hex isn’t working so well anymore, Kyla," I say, stepping out from behind Sebastian, my voice dripping with satisfaction.

Kyla’s wand falters in her grip, her eyes darting between me and Sebastian. "What the hell is going on?" she demands, her voice shrill now.

I smile, taking a step closer. "Oh, I think you know exactly what’s going on. You’re losing control, and you hate it, don’t you?" Sebastian’s smirk returns, just a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. Derek steps up next to me, casually leaning against the nearest table with his arms crossed, watching the whole thing unfold like he’s at the movies. "Don’t worry," I add, "this is just the beginning." Kyla’s eyes widen, and she looks around at the crowd gathering. It’s like she can feel her hold slipping, like sand through her fingers, and the realization is settling in. The queen is losing her crown.

Kyla’s face flushes deep red, her voice rising to a near screech. "I don’t know anything about a binding hex! What kind of nonsense are you spewing?"

Sebastian steps forward, his voice cold and calm, though the tension in his body betrays how much he’s holding back. "The binding hex you put on me when youdruggedme, Kyla. It’s not working anymore. Nice try, though."

As I listen to the chaos unfolding, I pull a hair tie out of my pocket and twist my hair up into a high bun—no more hiding. I’m done with this nonsense. I step in, my voice sharp but controlled. "Kyla, you can’t keep manipulating people and hexing them into submission just to get your way. It’s pathetic. And worse, it’s cruel."

Derek chimes in, his tone laced with mock pity. "And as for Sam… It's even more pathetic that she’d trade her so-called friendship for a shot at climbing up Kyla’s social ladder. Guess some people value status over actual friends."

Sebastian takes a deep breath, and his eyes meet Kyla’s. There’s no humor in his words, no teasing this time. "Hexing a vampire just to force him to act like your boyfriend? That’s psychopathic at best, especially when that vampire already has a fated mate." He steps closer to me, his fingers brushing mine, making the whole situation even clearer.

We turn as a unit—Derek, Sebastian, and I—to walk away from the mess that is Kyla’s little social empire crumbling. But of course, she can’t resist a last jab.

Her voice, full of venom, spits out, "That mark on your neck…"

I pause, glancing over my shoulder with a smirk. "Yep, it’s a mate mark. Sorry to burst your bubble." And with that, I turn back around and continue walking.

That’s when I hear it. The low muttering, a spell being cast. My heart quickens as I instantly recognize the tone—it’s a knockout spell, wand-level magic, designed to incapacitate someone on the spot.

Without even looking back, I react, muttering my own counter-spell under my breath,"Frangitur ventus, vis evanescat."The words flow out swiftly, a command to shatter the incoming magic. The air around us ripples, bending to my will as the magic that was meant to hit us loses its edge, softening into nothing more than a puff of shimmering bubbles.

Bubbles. Really. I stifle a smirk, watching them float harmlessly around, catching the light like we’re in some ridiculous fairy tale.

I stop, looking over my shoulder at Kyla, her wand still raised, her eyes wide with fury and disbelief. "As good as you think you are with magic, Kyla, let me remind you of something—you’re using a grimoire youstole.And the witch who wrote it? She knows how to counter everything in it."

Kyla’s scream echoes through the cafeteria as she storms off, her little cheer squad scurrying behind her like lost puppies.

Derek and Sebastian exchange amused glances as I chuckle softly, mockingly flipping my hair over my shoulder even though its up. "That felt good."

"Not gonna lie," Derek smirks, "watching her lose it is better than sex."

Sebastian’s grin returns, mischievous and satisfied. "Well, we'll have to take your word for that."

A Heated Exchange

As I leaveEnchantment & Spellcraftingwith Professor Nyx, my head’s still buzzing from the day's events. Of course, I can’t make it two steps down the hall without being stopped by someone. The question is always the same.

“Is it true? Sebastian’s really your fated mate?”

Every time, I get to flash my most devilish grin and say, “Nope. Both Derek and Sebastian are my mates.” The reactions are priceless—half disbelief, half envy, and by the time I finally reach my dorm room, I’m on cloud nine.

I push open the door and there they are: both Derek and Sebastian sitting on my bed, a space between them the perfect size for me. It’s pretty clear neither of them bothered with their last class—or left early. Not that I care. My heart swells a little just seeing them there, waiting for me. I lock the door behind me and head straight for the bed, already feeling the exhaustion from the day catch up with me.

"Skipping class, huh?" I tease, raising an eyebrow at them as I toss my bag down.

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