Page 140 of Wicked Heirs

In fact, I’d hated the very notion of it.

The rules and restrictions, sure.

But mostly being forced to delve into my true supernatural heritage and accept it.

It had seemed like the worst thing at the time.

So much had changed in a few months.

Because it truly had proven to actually be the best thing.

For so many reasons.

I’d become comfortable with my magic and abilities.

I’d come a long way in accepting that about myself and learning to deal with the fear associated with my power and the darkness it could invite.

One of the most amazing reasons it had been the best thing was the relationships I’d come to develop here.

Xavier Sabre.

Orpheus Hart.

Talon Creed.

They’d changed so much for me.

And they’d come to mean so much to me as well.

I actually couldn’t imagine not having met them.

I couldn’t imagine being without them.

And I knew it was the same for them when it came to me.

They made sure to show it to me each and every single day.

I couldn’t believe it, but for the first time ever I actually felt like I belonged somewhere.

I smiled to myself as I made my way through the forest on campus toward our usual spot. I was running a little late because my last class had gone on for an extra twenty minutes.

As I reached the clearing and saw Talon and Xavier chatting it up lounging on some rocks, that rush of adoration and excitement that I always got whenever I saw them after being apart for just a couple of hours betook me, and I was smiling from ear-to-ear and damn near skipping over to them.

They spun and met me halfway, then each of them kissed either cheek, and I wrapped my arms around them, holding them to me for a moment.

“How was yourWeaponry and Warfareclass? Marlowe tends to run them long,” Xavier asked as we eased apart.

“Yeah, he made me late to meet my men.”

Both their eyes lit up.

“Your men, huh?” Talon said, in his usual lovable eager way.

“I adore it,” Xavier spoke.

“Me fucking too,” Talon added.

I chuckled, then scanned the area for Orpheus, for any sign of a coming approach. “So, I guess we all got the same text message from our Dark Fae Prince to meet here then.”

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