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“A hybrid?”

I don’t know why the idea of it was so puzzling. I just could not wrap my head around it. Maybe it was because witches rarely consorted with shifters. I guess it was different for Druids. The wordluckyfloated across my mind and I was struck with a dizzying wave of heat. Considering the fact I was freezing a moment ago, the warmth was rather unsettling.

“Hybrid is the correct term, yes. Are you all right?” he asked, and I thought he sounded puzzled.

A moment later, I realized why.

Sizzling flames sprouted along my fingertips, and I jumped back, staring at them with horror and fear. Thunder roared in my ears and everything I saw seemed awash in the hazy color of fire and smoke. The more I panicked, the more the fire spread from my fingers to my wrists, and up my forearms, burning the edges of the sweatshirt I wore.

Crap.

Oh crap.

OH CRAP!

This could not be happening to me. Not now and not here.

Brandon reached for me, but I moved back, flinching away from his touch. Last thing I wanted to do was burn the man. He narrowed his eyes, about to speak, but I was already dumping my water bottle over the flames, dousing the fire the stony-eyed sentinel had somehow conjured from my very soul.

Danger.

When I dared another look at thetoo handsomeman, it was to find his pupils had lost all traces of humanity. They were slitted, vertical, as if it was his beast looking at me now. Maybe it was. The soft gray of his irises was gone now, revealing the smoldering silver of his serpentine side.

My stomach clenched in response, and I felt my magic stir. Not to defend, which was odd. It was more like excitement, recognition, and something else. I felt my heart pound and knew he heard it. His nostrils flared, scenting the air, and the movement had me standing stiffly, clenching my thighs tightly together.

Double danger.

Brandon Flint was no one I should even consider getting close to. He was a sentinel. Off limits. With his own baggage and set of rules. Sentinels were forbidden to date students at Westwood. Rio and Magnus had skirted that rule for one simple reason. She was his true and fated mate—someone he would literally die without.

That kind of destiny was not for me. I was not made for date nights, candy and roses, and strolling through the park holding hands. Romance was something I read about in novels, not something I ever experienced. It just was not for me.

I was a weapon mid-forging.

I was vengeance for my family.

I was flaming death to my enemies.

Boys had no place in my life. Not even sexy as hell, silver-eyed dragon hybrids. The fact my magic had thrown a hissy fit in his presence was reason enough to stay away.

“I have to go,” I said, racing off before Jubilee was finished with my breakfast.

Brandon frowned but made no move to stop me.

Thank fuck.

I didn’t know how I would react if the man touched me.

I’d probably burn the whole damn school down.

Shit.

CHAPTER2

I spentthe rest of the week avoiding a certain silver-eyed sentinel. For some reason, the hybrid seemed to show up everywhere I went. Of course, sentinels regularly changed duties to not grow complacent.

And really, Brandon was very professional. He never approached me or bothered me at all, to my annoyance and relief. Color me confused. I could not figure out if I was happy the hybrid seemed immune, or if I wanted to rage against the fact he was completely uninterested in me.

I was well aware I was being unreasonable. Another fantastic trait of my Irish blood.

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