Page 6 of Wicked Heirs

“Mom, I—”

“Knowing how you are, I can’t imagine you’ll be in favor of enduring an isolated and repressed existence and relegated to hiding behind a ward and glamour of my conjuring.”

“I’m not,” I confirmed with an edge I couldn’t keep from my tone.

Recognizing that I was already upset and not in the greatest state at present, and having clearly put together why I’d had a magical expulsion, she didn’t call me on it.

Instead, she stepped forward and told me, “I want what’s best for you. Always. You’re my daughter, the most important being in the world to me. With circumstances being what they are, the best thing for you is to rejoin the supernatural world.”

“I know,” I admitted, another brutal truth I couldn’t turn away from anymore.

Not this time.

“You will attend Electi Academy.”

In that moment, little did I know how much those five words would change my life forever.

How much they would change me.

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~Alena~

Chosenorelite.

That was the basic definition ofElecti.

The supernatural college was home to students with great power, a place where all factions came together to learn how to wield their abilities safely and according to the Law as enforced byExemplar.Some were heirs to great legacies. The Academy told its students that they were chosen, the elite. And, yes, there were powerful beings among the collegiate student body, there were also heirs to great legacies walking the hallowed halls.

But there were also others who were considered a danger to the supernatural world and the human world alike, those who rebelled against the letter of the law regarding the use of their abilities, and those who needed to learn a great deal in order to control said supernatural gifts. The latter being those like me, where beingchosento attend was more than a bit of a stretch and a really ridiculously nice and diplomatic way of putting it.

Being forced to attend through concerns as to what I would do or become if I didn’t was much more like it.

Sighing, I made my way down the winding private drive in my silver Mustang Shelby GT500 toward the mammoth campuslocated in the nowhere town of Krystle Valley, nestled in the heart of a sprawling forest.

The distinctive roar of my engine was the only comfort of familiarity I had as I reached the golden gates.

The academy’s motto was etched into the main building just beyond.

Sapientia potentia est.

Wisdom is power.

Hmm.

The buildings had a whole gothic architecture look to them with pointed arches, dark brick, and castle-like towers with turrets. There were stained glass windows too. The double arched entrance doors had columns either side and the windows boasted beautiful decorative crowns. It was kind of beautiful yet eerie and foreboding at the same time.

The gates opened of their own accord—magic, no doubt, that was sensing me and identifying me as a new student and not a threat that didn’t belong.

That was debatable given the state of my power currently.

As my mom, the great Abigail Rose, had pointed out, unstable didn’t quite cover it.

As she’d also pointed out, this facility was more than equipped to deal with things like that.

But a place like this also meant rules and restrictions.

I doubted that was going to mesh well with me.

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