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“I-”
“You were just trying to find out which dorm was hers, weren't you? You could have just asked, Payne.” Mattheo clicks his tongue in warning as he cuts him off.
I frown. What kind of game is he playing ? Pryce's face lights up, and that's when I realize he's an idiot. Completely stupid.
Can't he hear the venom and sarcasm in Mattheo's voice? Mattheo takes another step forward, towering over the blond boy with his tall stature and dark aura. He finally seems to realize that Mattheo isn't friendly at all, and he turns pale.
“Her dormitory is number 206, building G.”
I'm even more confused than I was two minutes ago. Did he really just give him my dorm number? Pryce is now as white as a ghost, his shaking seems uncontrollable, his eyes filledwith terror.
I glance over at Nancy, who's now standing with two girls, a brunette and a blonde. Probably Kiara and Paula, the shifters she told me about. Their mouths are open in shock and their eyes wide. My cousin gives me the look that says 'we seriously need to talk and you're going to tell me absolutely everything', and my confusion grows at her reaction even though I know the conversation is inevitable. I have to tell her about my engagement to Mattheo after all.
“But it's-”
“My dorm, yes.” Mattheo cuts him off again with a cold voice, a devilish smile on his lips.
Pryce swallows and shakes his head. I frown even more and look at Tom and Arthur. They nod, letting me know that this is indeed Mattheo's dorm number. Tom looks pissed and Arthur looks confused, but not really surprised.
Me? I'm lost. Pryce tries to apologize, but Mattheo cuts him off by punching him in the nose. A loud crack echoes through the room, letting us know his nose is broken. He falls unconscious to the floor, and Mattheo spits in his face.
He grabs my arm abruptly and leads me roughly towards the building on the left.
Of course. Building G is for 'boys'. The one on the right must be building F for 'girls'.
I glance at Nancy to let her know I'll see her later, and she nods. Mattheo enters the building and takes the right-hand corridor before hurrying to a door with the number '206' and his name in golden letters on it.
He practically throws me into the room, slamming the door hard behind us. He casts a spell to soundproof the room. As for me, I freeze as he begins to pace aggressively across the room, his fingers gripping his curls angrily.
“Fuck!” He screams and punches the lamp on the desk. It flies against the wall, shattering on impact, and I flinch. Hard. Tears start to roll down my cheeks and I feel my body tremble. My eyes don't leave his, following his every move. He scares me.
“You better stay away from that fucking bastard, you hear me?” He spits.
I'm too scared to move or speak. Not responding only angers him further, in two strides he’s with me, he wraps his hand around my throat and slams me against the door. I moan in pain, the sound muffled by his grip on my windpipe as my back ache from the impact against the hardwood.
He squeezes tightly, depriving me of more and more oxygen. My hands grip his wrist, trying to force him to let go, but to no avail. He's too strong and too blinded by his anger. His eyes are black, the warm brown they usually sport completely gone.
“I said I wanted you to stay away from Payne. Is that clear, Aelys?” He asks through gritted teeth, his jaw ticking.
I try to speak, to tell him I understand and that I'll stay away from him, but he's squeezing my throat too tightly. Black spots begin to appear in front of my eyes, and I feel myself starting to lose consciousness. I see him realize what he's doing, and he abruptly lets go of me, dropping me to the ground like a rag doll. My vision is blurry as I start to cough.
Sleep. I want to sleep.
The last thing I hear as my eyes roll to the back of my head and I lose consciousness is him calling my name.
CHAPTER 9
Aelys
My head is aching like crazy. I start to hear a voice, but I don't understand what it's saying. I slowly open my eyes and a groan of pain escapes my throat. Throat that hurts excruciatingly.
“Aelys!”
I can't recognize that voice; my brain is foggy, I have no memory of what happened. I remember the train, our arrival at the Academy, the whispers coming from the silver cup, the altercation with that blond boy outside the dormitories, and then nothing. Only nothingness.
“Hey, you're okay, come on, open your pretty eyes for me, honey.”
I hadn't realized I'd closed them. I do as the person asks, and my vision clears after a few seconds and a few blinks. Familiar blue eyes meet my vision, and I try to speak. My voice is hoarse, and the effort makes me wince in pain.
