Page 73 of Shattered Illusion

Oh, fuck that. I don’t want her training me in shit. Not after this. Her anger and attitude toward me already let me know that she won’t hesitate to hand me over to the council. Rules be damned.

“Good luck, Ronnie. You wouldn’t know the first thing about her magic.”

She scoffs. “She’s a witch and a wolf. How hard could it be to teach her.”

Nope. Nuh-uh. It’s time to get the heck out of here before Thaddeus has me take off my necklace. I learned my lesson when Jasper had me do that with the idiot professor.

As quietly as possible, I gather my stuff from the side of the room, tie my hoodie around my waist, and slip out behind them. I could easily use my amplifier rune to listen in to where their conversation goes, but it’s really none of my damn business. And, if I’m honest, her whiney upset voice was starting to grate on my nerves. When I get far enough down the hallway, I take off in a dead run, needing to get back to my room quickly.

Students jump out of my way as I barrel through the halls, and it isn’t until I reach my dorm room that I finally feel safe from having to expose myself. The door slams shut behind me, and I drop to my knees, my hands pressed to the top of my head, trying to get my harsh breathing under control.

Gods, that was just horrible.

How the heck did I not recognize her voice when she was rambling in the hallway? I listen to it three times a week, but she’s never used that tone before. She’s always had this soft-speaking voice when she’s addressed us in the classroom.

But now I know. Not only is Miss Izzicle Thaddy’s girlfriend, but she’s also green with jealousy when it comes to me.

And I didn’t even do anything.

Shit.

My phone chooses that moment to chime, and I debate not even looking. I don’t need it to be Thaddy asking where I went, and I sure as hell don’t need it to be Jasper calling me into his office so we can show Miss Izzicle my identity. They said it was need-to-know, and she doesnotneed to know. I’ll put my foot down on that one.

Not that I know if Jasper has my number, but I digress.

It’ll be my choice who knows from now on. And there will need to be a hell of a lot of trust built up before we get that far.

Lesson learned.

The reminder on my phone goes off, practically screaming into my quiet room that someone is trying to get a hold of me. There’s a chance it could be Luka. He may have felt my unease through the bond and is checking on me.

Dammit.

I reluctantly pull it from my pocket, clicking the button on the side to light up the screen. Yummy Vamp is attached to the waiting text message, and I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight. Axel I can totally handle.

Yummy Vamp

Hey, cor meum. Just wanted to see how your day is going. I miss you.

Aww. I miss my sweet vampy, too.

Me

Hey, vampy. Day is… well… gods, it’s all so fucked up. But better now that I’ve heard from you, though.

Yummy Vamp

What’s going on? Do I need to come down there?

Me

Nah. I think I’m just going to hide in my room for the rest of the day.

Yummy Vamp

Well, how about you come hide at my house for the rest of the day instead? I’m working from home today.

I choke on my spit as I stare at the screen. Go to his house? Like, his personal residence? Oh gods, I wonder if he has a coffin.

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