Half-Blood Academy 3 Magic Fury an academy reverse harem fantasy romance - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,35

was the god’s fault. I didn’t know if I should envy or pity her.

I embraced Nat and Yelena. They weren’t wounded. Somehow my sentient orb had thickened the section around my friends when the Glory hit. But still, a few streaks of their hair had turned gray. Yelena loved her hair.

My friends clung to me.

“We’re good,” Nat said. “Are you all right?”

I looked at Marie over Yelena’s shoulder, and the soldier nodded. She was okay. She was tough.

Murphy tried to get up from his sitting position. He stared hard at me, the muscle under his hazel eyes twitching.

“You’re right about that girl,” he told Marie ruefully. “I accepted the teaching position under the assumption that it’d bring me some peace.”

Zak called. “Marie.”

Marie stood tall. “Yes, sir.”

“Get all the manpower you need,” the sky demigod ordered. “You’ll supervise the students’ healing with Murphy.”

“Yes, sir,” Marie said.

I looked up at Zak. “What can I do to help?”

I’d been a hunter, a killer, and a warrior. I wasn’t of much use in healing, though I could regenerate. The demigods were the same as me in this regard.

“We need to get you back to the house,” Axel chimed in.

I was torn. I didn’t want to leave Nat and Yelena behind after the war god had nearly liquefied them.

“Bring your friends with you,” Héctor said.

My eyes brightened. Héctor wouldn’t let anyone into his house except for the demigods and me, but he was making an exception for me.

“Thank you,” I said.

Axel smiled at me as if he was the one who’d done me the favor. “They’re important to you.”

I guess what Paxton had said about not imposing their wills on me or risk losing me altogether had sunk in. I hadn’t believed that it would ever happen, but the demigods were starting to bend their rules and change themselves for me.

Nat and Yelena gasped, their eyes as bright as mine. Who wouldn’t want to see the interior of the death demigod’s home? It was better than going on a vacation for them.

But then nervousness rolled off them. I could hear it dropping on the ground with a splashing sound.

I grinned at my friends. “They won’t bite.”

Paxton snorted. “You can’t be sure of that, Buttercup.”

Nat’s and Yelena’s eyes widened to big round Os. They hadn’t expected the sea demigod and me to be on friendly terms. They’d hated him for my sake.

I sneered and thrust my chin toward Paxton. “Even that mean bulldog. He’s all bark now.”

Then I flushed. I’d just flirted with the swimming boy.

Paxton smirked in satisfaction.

“Let’s get out of here,” Héctor said roughly, not wanting me to linger in the classroom any longer.

He reached for me, but Zak beat him to it and pulled me into his arms.

In a swirl of starlight and shadows, we teleported out of the class.

We landed in the dining room of Héctor’s off-campus house in the forest. Hors d'oeuvres and drinks filled the long, gilded table.

That was how considerate my Héctor was, but then he’d taken his role as my provider and protector seriously since the day he’d rescued me from demons on a Manhattan street. I wouldn’t discourage him though, as I benefited from his generosity.

I rushed toward the table and called my friends eagerly. “Crème brûlée! They’re authentic. My Héctor must have teleported them from Paris.”

Héctor beamed at me, heat in his deep sapphire eyes. He liked it when I called him mine.

He kissed me on the lips. “Enjoy, lamb.”

He nodded at my friends, motioned with his chin for his cousins to follow him, and jogged toward the backyard garden.

I’d seen the lovely garden. I thought of bringing my dessert to the garden to savor it while sitting on Héctor’s lap, but the demigods had some serious shit to discuss and they didn’t want my friends to hear it.

And now my role was to play a good hostess and comfort my friends, even though they were tough, future Dominion warriors.

Zak came to me and brushed a kiss on my lips before heading out of the house.

Nat and Yelena widened their eyes and dropped their jaws like two idiots as they watched the demigod kiss me, completely forgetting about the delicious refreshments on the table.

Then Axel grabbed me to him before I could sit down to eat.

He kissed me hard. “Save a crème brûlée for me, Cookie.”

“I can’t promise that,” I said, eyeing the dessert.

He laughed, grabbed a cupcake, and jogged toward the exit.

And then Paxton was the only one left. Nat and Yelena glared at the