with a bracelet you were wearing? Anyway, the Dean isn’t the Conduit of Calamity anymore. Lucifer is.”
Well, shit.
“He’s been trying to take your mother’s throne ever since she sat her pretty little hiney in it,” Yuri continued. “Your mom might be the Queen of Hell, but she needs all the supernaturals she can get right now, and the Dean happens to know how to run a school, so there’s that.”
I rubbed my temples. “So my Virtues, where are they?”
Yuri pointed at the campus. “They’re all teachers now. They’re really bad at it, I might add.”
“Teachers?” I echoed.
She nodded. “Yep, and trust me, it’s a punishment worse than death. They’re all freaking slave drivers.” She patted me on the shoulder, careful not to touch my sensitive wings. “They’ll probably feel better once they see you. Come on, let’s go.”
I numbly followed her as she approached the massive gate, momentarily forgetting about my wings as they dragged the ground. She fiddled with the keypad, swatting at it with her lollipop when it wouldn’t cooperate.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked, taking another long look at the bleak landscape. I couldn’t see anything for miles other than the transformed Academy.
“Oh, you can thank Olivia for that,” she said with a wink. “She got all excited when she saw a vision of you alive, so she’s waiting for us back at the dorms.” She clapped when the gate beeped and began to open. She handed me a badge before she waved me on in. “Put that on so the campus defenses don’t smite you. Lots of smiting around here. It’s a demon thing.”
The badge looked just like the one I’d had at Fortune Academy, except now all the letters were upside down. Sighing, I pinned it to my new uniform.
Glancing back, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into now. After everything, here I was, right back where I started as a student of Fortune Academy trying to stay one step ahead of imminent death.
I thumbed my new badge.
Fortune Academy Underworld.
Maybe it was my imagination, but a fog drifted in the distance, hinting at a silhouette of a demon with long, bat-like wings. I had a feeling that my lessons had only just begun.
This concludes Year Three of Fortune Academy. Lily’s Story Continues in Fortune Academy Underworld: Book Four!
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Author’s Note
Thank you for reading Fortune Academy: Year Three! Between the amazing reader response for this series, and my muse who doesn’t listen to me whatsoever, I’ve been planning an expansion of this series for quite some time. Originally Fortune Academy was supposed to end at three books like I typically prefer, but Lily’s story feels like it’s just beginning and I’m so excited to share more of this world with you!
I’ll see you on the other side in Fortune Academy Underworld.
Read Lily’s Origin Story
Have you read Seven Sins? Book one of this series features Sonya, Lily’s mother, who was originally a succubus before her ascension as the Queen of Hell. This is over 600 pages of Lily’s origin story and you won’t want to miss it! Here’s the first chapter to get you started!
Seven Sins: Chapter One
Darkness has chased me all my life. It’s not tangible, and Sarah thinks it was all in my head, but the painful seven runes on my stomach aren’t part of my imagination. Four of them cluster together around my navel, each with a distinct pattern as if representing a different piece of my soul. Three more runes wander on the outside, only one glowing with a soft pink of satisfaction and giving me enough power to stay alive. I feel like if I’d never met Sarah, I most certainly would have died.
Even now, as I lay awake in my bed with Sarah sleeping peacefully at my side, I run my fingers over the slightly raised scars. They hum with a need I can’t explain. Anyone lucky enough to have seen them thinks they’re tattoos, but I was born with them. The top one just above my navel has a maddening itch and my nails go to it, softly scratching, which doesn’t award me with any relief. I don’t want to turn on the lights and look at it. I know it’s