Page 9 of Wicked Heirs

“Miss Rose? Did you hear me?”

I blinked and swung my head to Dean Bronson, finding her eyeing me in question.

“No. Sorry. Just looking around and taking everything in.”

“I understand.” She gestured at the winding staircase a few feet away. “I said I’ll show you to your chambers now so you can unpack and get settled in.”

“Sure, yeah. That sounds good.”

As she led the way, I shot a look behind me to find the guy still staring in that creepy way.

I couldn’t hold back my reaction any longer, only mute it, and I narrowed my eyes in warning.

His vicious stare morphed to a sadistic smirk.

And then he did something all the more surprising.

He blew me a kiss.

I caught a flicker of his magic—a trail of purple smoke—a moment before it wafted toward me.

And then I heard his low, rumbling voice in my ear as though he was right there beside me up insanely close.“Welcome to Electi Academy, little angel. Keep both eyes open.”

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~Orpheus~

There was an angel in our midst.

The girl who I already knew to be Alena Rose, daughter of the high and mighty joint leader ofExemplar, was a true beauty, without a doubt.

She had an edge to her as well that didn’t really compute when it came to her species. They were usually reserved and regal in their appearance, attitude, and actions.

But this girl, she’d clearly broken from that.

In fact, I knew she had.

Her long, vibrant-pink hair cascaded about her face in loose waves, flowing freely—again, not something synonymous with Nephilim. She was wearing a tan kimono with multicolored sleeves and a black embroidered leather bralette beneath that did some amazing justice to her round, perky breasts. It gave way to a pair of denim shorts with chains hanging off them. Gold sandals with straps that snaked halfway up her calves completed her look. She was short, especially up against Dean Bronson, and really toned, like she spent a lot of time in the gym, in combat, or doing physically demanding work.

I knew it to be the former.

It was her way of working out certain frustrations. Overcompensating for her denying her heritage and keeping her abilities on lockdown.

“Who in the fires of hell is that?”

I jolted at the sound of Talon’s voice, and turned to find him suddenly right beside me.

For all I knew it wasn’t actually sudden, I’d been far too laser-focused on the girl to pay anything else much mind.

“Ore?” he questioned, aware I was the one to come to for information on anyone, or anything.

“She’s Abigail Rose’s daughter.”

That bright smile that was far too wide and perfect to be anything but fake—as it most definitely was—fell as my revelation hit. He shoved a hand through his bright orange hair. “You’re fucking kidding me.She’sthe new girl we’ve been hearing rumors about joining us?”

“Sure is.”

He tracked her movements as she ascended the double staircase that led up to one section of the student chambers, Dean Bronson guiding the way.

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