Fire (Pirate Cove Academy #3) - Rae Foxx Page 0,13

It was easier that way.

The bitch continued, loving the sound of her own voice. “I found him a spot here, a place he so desperately wanted to be. Just one of the mortals here to get fucked until their body turns to stone and their cocks fall off. That’s what he wanted.” She studied her hand and intently looking at her nails whose color matched her lips. “All I wanted was to save him. In exchange for some help. Now I can’t do any of that because you fucked him to death. I was just using him. Playing him. Damn it, I had him right under my finger too. He was trapped in a contract way before you and your sea shelled boobs found him on the beach and decided he had a cock you wanted to suck. Although, I may have persuaded him to go looking for Mer on the beach…” She ended her spiel with a laugh that made my blood run cold.

Where was this even coming from? I thought we’d come in here to talk about my supposed murders, not her weird manipulation of my ex-boyfriend. Or whatever.

I paced the floors as she spoke, my fire getting bigger and hotter every time my anger spiked, as though I were spitting my emotions on it like gasoline.

“He didn’t want to, you should know. I think the sorry sap would’ve fallen in love with me, despite the contract. That’s a weak Pirate for you, just falling for whatever flops on him and sucks his dick.”

That was quite enough. With a surge of unrestrained rage, I pushed my palms toward her and the fire surged through the space between us, flowing right toward her chest in a lava-like burst that I was sure would kill the bitch where she stood.

Raven countered with her dark orbs, the golden centers pulsing before darting in my direction one after the other. Her eyes went from ocean blue to black in seconds, filling up the entire socket with it until all the whiteness was gone and only evil remained. Her hair flowed up around her, her power so palpable in the air condensed in this tiny room that it made the atmosphere change. My fire was blanketed by her blackness, her sheer power would surely overwhelm my own.

That is until I remembered the things she had said about Hy and my mother. With their memory in my mind, I mustered enough anger to reignite the flames in my hands. I sent it at her in bursts, hoping something would injure her, or at least make her stand down. But my attempts only angered her more and before I knew it, I was choking on the energy pulsing from her form.

Our fight before, that day in The Purpose, was clearly only a demonstration of the smallest level of what Raven had inside her.

“Zaniah!” Caspian burst into the classroom, screaming. Raven whirled on him, laughing and putting her hands down like she was innocent.

She leaned to the side and looked around Caspian at Kai, who was in the hall, an expression of sheer terror written all over his face.

Raven glanced over her shoulder at me and then back to Kai, a deep laughter filling the air. “Interesting, Princess. Very interesting.”

5

We were fucked. Not like a little fucked. Like a category five hurricane over the ocean fucked.

Raven’s power had grown. So much so that she apparently could fill a room with it, and laugh off my power as if it were nothing more than a toy. Which, in hindsight, it kinda was. Gods, I needed to teach this bitch a lesson.

With a flip of her inky hair she sauntered out of the room. Leaving me, my Siren, and my Bloodsworn to throw mind daggers at each other in her absence.

“The fuck are you doing here, Mer boy? I thought inconspicuous was the word of the day for you.” Caspian ripped right into Kai as soon as we all recovered from our frozen states of shock. Raven was one powerful bitch and she knew it. Typical me had gone into this meeting for information and ended up giving Raven more information about us instead. I might as well have sat down at a table and written the outline on a sheet of paper so she could refer to it later while she slit my throat. That was her chosen method of murder, judging by the classroom antics from before. Well, either that or blow jobs.

“Fuck you, Siren. I