Page 48 of Forbidden Magic
Flynn’s perfectly straight teeth form the imitation of a smile, wickedness dancing in his eyes. “You’ll see.”
Then, I feel it.
I’m…bare.
Under my skirt, my underwear has poofed out of existence. Legs crossed, I freeze. My nails dig into the desk, leaving crescent marks in the wood.
Mrs. Deveraux raises a brow. “So?”
The evil glare latches on to me. “AskJulie.”
A vengeful snarl curls my lips.
Devereaux sighs like she knows exactly what’s going on. “Alright. Julia?” She enunciates my name to set the record straight, but Flynn clearly called meJulieon purpose.
Can I lie here? Probably not.
With a smug grin, Flynn reaches for my skirt.
I hop to my feet and hold an arm out to stop him.
“Flynn, if you would make the item reappear,” Deveraux orders with a sharp, uncompromising tone.
The bastard reaches into his jacket and pulls out a big pair of stained, white cotton briefs and whistles. “Eighteen going on eighty…”
Laughter echoes around the class. Blane and Bailey pound on their desks, Brie sneers, and Lydia is a human tomato. Trent narrows his eyes at Flynn.
A sickening heat flushes my face. “That’s not mine.”
Flynn nods in agreement and tosses the ugly piece of clothing into the trash. “No, you have… sluttier tastes. Take note, boys.Julieis so desperate for it, she’s always prepared.” He extends his hand, my lacy black thong hanging from his crooked finger.
The wheels of my brain are spinning. A basic vanishing spell needs previous preparation. Flynn had to see and touch my underwear prior to this moment, which means he was either in my room or…
I crane my neck around to Naomi and Krystel. Both twins exude a profound satisfaction, their ugly grins calculated and full of pride. I remember how I grabbed the first underwear on top since I was in such a hurry. I guess I know now who messed with our alarm.
I lunge forward to snatch the fabric from Flynn’s hand, but at the last second, he throws it to Cole. The prince catches it in mid-air, his eyes dark.
The laughter doubles.
I open my palm and raise a brow. I’m not going to reach for them again like a moron only for Cole to hold them out of reach above his head. The bastard is tall.
“Why don’t you just leave them with him? We all know who makes you wet, Mortal,” Flynn snickers.
“Enough with the crude comments, Flynn.” Miss Deveraux chastises. “This is still my class, not another place for you to show off. Now, sit down, and we can continue without your twisted sense of showmanship.”
Cole’s throat bobs, but he hands me back my underwear.
They all expect me to run for cover and put it back on, but I won’t give Flynn the satisfaction. Instead, I cram them in my blazer’s pocket and sit, earning an impressed nod from Miss Deveraux.
“Melanie?” The teacher says, waiting for Flynn’s teammate to take her turn.
The vampire cocks her hip to the side, her black flat tapping against the floor. “Well, I should make Flynn’s dick disappear, but we all know his personality is the real problem.”
Flynn leans over the desk, arms propped beneath him, and gives her a sly smile. “We all know you could never hurt my dick, Mel.”
Behind him, Trent stands up abruptly. “Stop fucking with my sister.”
Flynn rolls his eyes. “If only she’d stop fucking me.”
