Page 14 of Satanic Shadow
“Sit down, Mr. Dalton.”
Orsen picks up Mel’s paperwork while the biggest smirk ever plays on his face.
Dane refuses again. “Absolutely not. How dare you partner me up with this… this… human?”
The professor clicks her tongue. “A perfect match then. It seems you need this lesson more than anyone, to get over your opinions on human beings. How do you expect to have a relationship once you leave the island?”
“I’m the most powerful creature on this island, and you want me to do these tasks with…” He grimaces at me. “She’s nothing but a warm body.”
Ouch.
I shake my head. “If it makes you feel any better, I’d rather kiss a dead frog. You repulse me just as much as I repulse you.”
“Silence, mortal,” Dane snaps. “You were not asked to speak.”
I stand and pull my bag up my shoulder. “I can’t wait for the day someone knocks you off your imaginary pedestal. Go fuck yourself, Dane.”
“Get back here, Miss Winters!”
The professor might kill me, but I’m walking out of here anyway. I hate her and everyone in this school.
I’m the only human here, and that makes me a target. Yet, in every class, they’re learning how to adapt and act around my kind for a chance at survival. If they can’t handle me, a twenty-year-old girl with no family or close friends who works in a diner, they’re screwed.
I barely make it to the entrance to the girls’ dorms before vines break out from the walls and I’m dragged into a dark room. A candle lights as Dane walks in, the door closing behind him.
I roll my eyes. “You’re becoming obsessive now. What do you want, creature?”
The vines tighten around my waist and wrists.
“Obsession is a persistent need to know someone, to not be able to stop thinking of them or to control them. If I were obsessed with you, mortal, you would be chained to a wall in my room where I could keep an eye on you.” He takes a step towards me as the tight restraints pull me to him. “I merely want you to refuse this partnership.”
“I’ve refused each class we’ve been partnered in. It won’t work,” I reply, tugging at the vines. “If you don’t release me, I’m going to make this class ten times worse for you.”
“Your threats are weak.”
“So are you,” is my immature reply.
“You’re not special. If I killed you right now, no one would miss you. No one would look for you. I’ll get a new partner, and you will be buried in the dirt where you belong.”
“You try so hard to be the bully. It’s getting tiring and predictable now. If you were going to do something, you would’ve by now. Why don’t you just leave me alone? And go fuck yourself while you’re at it.”
The vines vanish, and Dane has me pinned to the wall. Bright silver eyes stare at me with rage. “I will not take part in these ridiculous classes.”
I smile, even though he’s so close, so close I can smell his manly scent, the cedarwood and spice and everything that would usually be my go-to in a guy. “Enjoy the dungeons then.”
He smirks as his hand slides up to my throat, and his thumb presses against my pulse. Dane had said days ago that he’d never physically touch me, yet here he is, skin on skin. “If I go, so will you. And I’ll gladly watch you being ripped to shreds by the immortals down there.”
He shoves himself away.
“You will refuse our partnership, little mortal. Because if I ever have to fuck you, I’ll make sure it kills you.”
Dane vanishes, and so does the tension on my shoulders, the air returning to my lungs as I slouch against the wall.
We’ll both be punished for walking out of class. I will be anyway. He’ll get off easy and probably get praised for trying to go after his human relations partner.
What the hell have I done in my life to deserve this? Of all the people here, I get paired with him in most of my classes. It’s not fair.
When I reach my room, Mel messages me to say that she finally gave in to Orsen, and that they’re going to sit by the waterfall near the forest full of secrets. She tells me to come with, and she’ll invite Dane, and I politely tell her to shove it.
