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my eyes up as a small smile flitted to my lips at the slightly frustrated heat in his gaze.

“What?” I murmured, filling out another section.

“You seem busy over here,” he said, his finger brushing over my packets.

“I thought we were supposed to be busy,” I offered a small smile, “Mr. Hirsch.”

A low rumble came from his throat, “Careful, Ophelia.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked innocently. I would be naive and dumb to not see the obvious sexual tension between us. I was neither of those things, so I would be teasing him about it. I mean, after all, it hadn’t been my decision to turn our attraction to one another into something ‘forbidden.’

Although, just for point of reference, a teacher being, what had Kirin said? Four years older than us? Well, hiring a twenty-two-year-old teacher was just a poor decision on our academy’s end. The other students around here would not care in the least and trust me neither did I.

His eyes narrowed as the energy around us went from relaxed to a whip of chaos, the electric effect rolling over my skin. I swallowed as he kept his gaze on me before looking down at my neck’s pulse point that was beating out of control. Ridiculous. Just because this older, tattooed, muscular, brilliant…you know, what? Fuck it.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for with that look.” He grasped my jaw as voices broke out through the classroom. I smirked because honestly, I didn’t have much to lose when it came to all these assholes. Plus, I was almost positive I knew what I was asking for. I stepped into him and his eyes flared to life with a spark, that had the entire room still for a moment before he leaned down. I closed my eyes and the soft brush of his lips had me inhaling sharply.

Everything froze and then his touch was gone.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking down at my piece of paper in the folder I’d clearly just opened. My eyes snapped up to where Merrick was at his desk underneath the clock that said we still had two hours left. Okay. What the hell? That was a fucking awesome daydream but it had felt very real, as in doing physics for two hours real. Had I fallen asleep or something?

Except, Merrick sharply looked up to me at that exact moment, confusion on his face and his fingers lifting to his lips. My eyes widened as he suddenly looked surprised, a jolt of something hit him as he walked towards the door, cell phone in hand.

Well, then. Anyone want to explain that shit?

Chapter 7

Merrick Hirsch

A Ghost of a Kiss

Holy shit.

You know, I’d been through a fuck ton in my twenty-two years of life. Like far more than I probably needed to have gone through. But that? I’d never experienced anything like that. Sure, I recognized what had happened, but I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about that goddamn kiss. She didn’t even realize the importance of what she’s done.

“Rain,” I snapped as he picked up the phone.

“Yeah?” he asked distractedly, probably reading something. I loved the guy but he really needed to learn how to chill the hell out. Take your own advice, Merrick.

“This is about Ophelia,” I explained and I could feel the immediate attention shift that was unsurprising. Rain was a lot of things, but one of them was dedicated.

Ophelia Rose played a massive part in his life, one that she was completely unaware of. She played a massive part in all of our lives, and I realized that I was thoroughly fucked after less than twenty-four hours of being around her.

As a pixie, we are naturally possessive, but never in my life have I felt that way about anyone. Before the kiss, I felt more intense towards her than I’d ever felt in my life… but now that I had a phantom kiss from her. I had no idea what the fuck to do with that. I wanted to take my magic and paint her curvy little body in pixie dust. Which for the record, that shit isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds. In fact, nothing about being a pixie is fun.

For one, we were possessive bastards who want to cover everything and anything in our magic. Add in a bit of natural blood lust because we could feed on the blood of supernaturals to sustain ourselves, and you’ve got yourself a blood-lusting magical being. One that was worse than