Ravage (Royal Fae Academy #1) - Lacey Carter Andersen Page 0,23

pick two seats in the front and sit down. But both glance back at me several times, not exactly subtly either.

Spreading my senses out, I sense only positivity radiating from all of them. I sigh and close myself off again. All this happiness and excitement makes my stomach turn.

The room fills up, and I stare out the window, finding it hard to care. Outside I see part of the courtyard, the big trees, the neatly trimmed grass, and wildflowers. All the brightness and cheer makes me miss my monsters, my graveyard, and my home even more.

“Hey.”

I stiffen and turn at the sound of the deep, familiar voice. A big man sits down in the chair beside me, and it can be only Bron. His presence beside me overwhelms my senses, namely because I stretch them out and find that wall of his firmly in place. Which is kind of nice with all the gushing emotions from around the room. He runs his fingers through his messy, light brown hair, and those hazel eyes of his seem to pin me to the chair. An urge to stroke my hands down the hard lines of his chest overwhelms me, and I have to turn away, so he can’t see the desire I know must be written so plainly on my face.

“I didn’t know you were in Fae Weaknesses with me.”

It takes me a minute to swallow around the lump in my throat. “Yeah, well, we haven’t exactly chatted a lot lately.”

He lets out a rush of breath. “Sorry. We wanted to stay longer at the funeral, but--”

“And before the funeral?” I challenge, locking gazes with him again.

He looks away, grabbing a notebook and a pencil from his bag. “We got busy at the academy.”

“Too busy for a call?”

“Esmeray…”

“Got it,” I say, then cross my arms in front of my chest and glance at the front.

“That’s not…there was a lot--”

A bell rings, echoing through the room. The professor goes to the door, locks it, and closes it. A second later a student stands at the door. I can see their desperate face in the window. The professor turns away from the door, ignoring him like the pompous ass he’s already proved himself to be.

“Welcome to Fae Weaknesses. For our one new student, my name is Professor Ericson. Important things to note. Class begins when the bell rings. Not five minutes later. Not two minutes later. Right when the bell rings. If you’re late, don’t bother coming at all.”

I almost salute him as he glares in my direction, but instead I slump back in my chair, giving my best I don’t give a shit what your pompous ass has to say about anything attitude. And even though I have a wall around my emotions, the bastard’s glare deepens, as if my body language is loud enough for both of us to know what I’m feeling.

“Today’s lesson was going to be on magic spells, but I have a better idea.” He’s still looking in my direction, causing half the class to look back at me. “We’re going to learn about iron.”

I keep my reaction carefully hidden. Iron hurts all but the Iron Fae, but especially the dark fae. All of this screamed of a man who knew exactly what I am and was determined to prove it. I just hoped that I was wrong.

“I’ll need a volunteer.”

Bron’s hand goes up slowly beside me, and when I look in his direction, his gaze is on me, not the professor. Does he know that the bastard was going to call on me? I hoped not. I hated the idea that Bron might be trying to protect me.

“Alright, Lord Drake, come up.”

Bron slides out of his desk, and I notice way too many female eyes following him as he makes his way to the front. Despite myself, I glance down at his tight ass and then take too long to tear my gaze away. Bron’s just one of those guys who has an ass you want to take a bite out of, or to lick your way down his thigh. That was all this feeling was.

The problem was that he damned well knew it, along with every other woman here. Which was fucking irritating. No one should be as good looking as he is and know it.

At the front of the room, the professor has Bron sit in a seat facing the class. Then he goes to one of the cabinets and puts on a pair of gloves.