Page 59 of Sold to the Devil
Shit.
Arthur explained to us how he has tried to follow him several times now. The dark-haired boy is definitely suspicious. Just like his mentor, who seems to be spying on us, with the help of certain teachers.
I quickly exit the lobby and dash into the girls' restroom a few meters away. I furtively peer through the doorway and hold my breath as he, too, leaves the main lobby a few seconds after me. He frowns and looks around before cursing when he realizes he's lost me. He curses again under his breath and heads back inside the main hall where his friends must be waiting.
I sigh in relief and leave the main building before heading to the back of the monastery where the now-abandoned old church stands. After all, the two boys need to eat and sleep. Preferably a whole fucking night.
The heavy door creaks as I push it open and step into the nave, immediately noticing the two disciples standing by the altar. They are murmuring spells in a language unknown to me, and I remember Mattheo mentioning that they had exhausted their supply of Latin spells, without success.
I clear my throat to signal my presence, and in a flash, both boys turn toward me, wands raised and pointed in my direction. I roll my eyes and conjure the two plates I brought them.
“Fuck, angel,” Matt sighs before coming towards me, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “You know you can’t sneak around like that when we’re focused on this fucking task.” He smirks and I playfully tap his shoulder, nodding towards the plates.
“Eat before I shove it down your throat.”
“Yes ma'am,” he smiles with all his teeth and kisses me on the forehead.
Arthur gives me a small smile to thank me for bringing him a meal too, before they both grab their plates and sit down on a bench that was formally used by churchgoers. Judging by the speed at which they're eating, they haven't eaten in a while. I sigh, shake my head and go sit next to Matt.
“You boys need to stop coming here every day. Dawson and O'Connor suspect we're up to something. Dawson tried to follow me tonight.”
Their heads snap up and they look at me with wide eyes. Arthur has paled, and Matt's jaw is set as his eyes darken with anger.
“Don't worry, I lost him before he set foot outside the main hall.”
Arthur seems to relax a little, but he's still pale as he stares at the church floor, frowning. Mattheo doesn't take his eyes off me as he tries to contain his anger. He hates Dawson, and I know he's waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him, but he also knows his father wouldn't be happy. It might ruin his plans after all.
I rest my head on his shoulder and feel his muscles relax. He sighs and places the plate on his lap so he can grab my hand and intertwine our fingers. He gently strokes my knuckles with his thumb, and it's my turn to sigh contentedly.
Since we confessed our love, he has managed to make me fall in love a little more every day.
They finish their meal and I stand up, tugging Mattheo's hand to pull him to his feet, but he doesn't move. He raises an unimpressed eyebrow at my obvious lack of strength and smirks when I roll my eyes. We both know I could activate my shapeshifting power, since I confided in him what the silver cup filled with my blood whispered to me when I was sorted into my faction on my first night here. We've since researched shapeshifting powers without mentioning it to anyone.
He refused to let me question Professor Hicks, explaining that she supports O'Connor in his plan to destroy his father and that if their side learned what I really am, it could put me in danger.
So we compromised: we would research how to fully activate my shapeshifting side, and then discuss it with the Dark Mage. I did, however, learn to harness the superhuman strength this part of myself gives me, allowing me to now activate it at will.
“All right, idiots, you've been here too long. You both need to sleep, so get off your asses.”
They try to protest, but I glare at them, and they quickly shut up. They mutter under their breath, but follow me out of the church anyway. We head toward building G and to our respective dorms. Arthur waves us off before disappearing into his dorm, four doors ahead of ours. Mattheo closes the door behind us as we enter our room and locks the door before soundproofing it.
I raise a questioning eyebrow and cross my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at him suspiciously. He gives me a mock-innocent smile, and I narrow my eyes further.
His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer to his body, resting his forehead against mine. I place my hands on his chest and sigh contentedly. I always feel safe in his arms, as if nothing can hurt me, even after a bad day.
“Long day, my angel?” His hand rests on my cheek, cups it, and gently caresses my skin with his thumb.
I nod and he kisses me gently, making us both sigh as the feeling of being home washes over us.
Unfortunately, a knock at the door shatters our peace, and he rolls his eyes. He reluctantly steps away from me and unlocks the door before opening it, revealing my three friends with big, excited grins on their faces. I frown, confused by their excitement.
“Guess who received an invitation to the most important wedding in history?” My cousin grins broadly, wiggling her eyebrows in excitement.
Matt and I exchange a confused look, and Nancy sighs heavily. She hands us a scroll, and I take it, feeling my heart warm as I read itscontents.
I look up at Matt to see him admiring me lovingly. He smiles softly and kisses my temple tenderly.
“Looks like we have a date for our wedding, angel.”
