Page 8 of Satanic Shadow
I manage a laugh as we step into the castle. “All your classes?”
“Five so far. Who are you with?”
Confused, I shake my head. “Only mortal studies with Dane.”
“Hmm,” is her reply as we walk into the ballroom, a shortcut to the dorms.
The students being punished are setting the room up for a dance that I unfortunately have to attend. Big chandeliers line the ceiling, and the students are busy scrubbing some graffiti away and polishing the floors. Apparently, most of the students have been in the dungeons for years and haven’t yet earned their freedom.
Some are killers, and others have committed some of the most heinous crimes possible on the island over hundreds of years.
My friend smiles at the view. “It’s going to be the best night, right? Have you picked out your dress?”
I look at her in mortification. “It’s not for another two months. And where the hell am I going to find a dress?”
She tuts. “Humans.”
“You’re probably going to have sex with a human one day. Maybe you should get used to us?”
Mel couldn’t look more disturbed if she tried. “I most certainly will not.”
I smile. “Unless you want Orsen?”
Grimacing, she ushers me out of the ballroom. “Stop. We have human relations tomorrow, and the last thing I need is a tired human by my side.”
We stop at the dorms, and she waves her hand, opening my door. “Sleep. We’ll speak tomorrow.”
As soon as I’m in my room, the wood in the fireplace ignites and the candles flicker beside my bed. I’m showered and under my duvet within ten minutes.
And I’m annoyed again.
Dane doesn’t plan on lifting a finger for this project, so neither will I. If we fail, so be it. He can go take a flying fuck for all I care. After all, I’m the only one who knows everything we need to know in order to pass that class.
The following week comes and goes, and I think I might throw myself out the window of the tallest tower. Head first, just to make sure I don’t survive. Though knowing my luck, someone will just revive me and send me back to class.
All Dane’s doing is scowling at me in the corridors, knocking my food off my tray in the canteen like a teenage schoolboy, and making me trip up in the courtyard.
What can possibly be worse than being partnered up with Dane Dalton for one class? Being partnered up with him forfourof my classes!
Mortal studies.
Communication and socialization studies.
Combat and weaponry studies.
Cult studies.
All four classes I have to sit beside him. And in all four classes we don’t speak a word. He makes me do all the work—because why would someone who needs to learn to adjust to live around humans do the work when the human can do it all for him?
I’ve not yet been partnered up for human relations, but I know that’ll happen tomorrow. If I need to work with Dane, I mightactually cry. So far, from what Mel and Poppy have told me, the professor wants all the students to know how to form romantic connections, how to kiss and touch and care, and as soon as that part is established, she wants everyone to move on to more intimate forms of contact.
We haven’t used the mobiles yet. He has no idea how to use his, and I refuse to help him. I don’t think he’s even taken the phone out of its case. Meanwhile, Poppy is having a blast with her partner, and Mel has done nothing but complain about Orsen, saying he should be expelled for sending her pictures of his cock.
It’s big, to be fair. In my world, he’d be considered an extremely large eggplant, though apparently Mel has had bigger dicks inside her. Given her slim yet freakishly tall frame, I’m mentally questioning how she hasn’t been split in half.
She’s learned how to forward messages, much to my own misery, so as I’m her friend, she thinks it’s perfectly fine to send me every single one of Orsen’s penis pictures, with the horrifying bonus of a two-minute video clip. With audio.I’ve never witnessed so much sperm in my life.
I’ve also never deleted something so fast.
