Half-Blood Academy 3 Magic Fury an academy reverse harem fantasy romance - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,39
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“We must work faster,” Zak said. “Our enemies are a few steps ahead of us.”
“First, we’ll need to get Ares away from this Academy,” Héctor said. “Let’s create chaos in Paris to drive him back.”
“He won’t leave even if Paris sinks to the deepest pit of the ocean,” Axel said. “My father never gives up a hunt. He won’t leave without Cookie.”
“Then we remove Rosebud from the Academy,” Zak said. “We’ll activate multiple plans at once, as we discussed.”
“We must make our new safe houses absolutely secure before we move my lamb,” Héctor said.
“Hey dudes, I refuse to be on the run my whole life,” I protested. “I have friends here. Let’s just try to drive away the asshole first.”
My overprotective demigods hadn’t been thrilled to let me stay, but at least they hadn’t immediately dragged me off. And now I was running on the track, preparing to be on the run if none of our plans worked. But that would be the last resort.
A swirl of icy wind wheeled around me, and my hair flew up in every direction.
My glare fell on the Demigod of Sea, who touched down beside me and ran without missing a beat as a thin mist fenced us in.
At the demigod’s motion, the guards pulled back to give us a wide berth, but I bet Marie would text Axel right away if Paxton so much as raised his voice at me.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded. “Can’t I even have a morning jog in peace?”
“We need to talk, Buttercup,” he said, driving away the mist between us with a conjured breeze.
“What’s there to talk about?” I hissed in a low voice. “If you think now that you know a thing or two about me you can blackmail or control me, you’re mistaken.”
“I’ve been trying very hard not to piss you off,” he said.
“Then leave me alone.”
“I can’t. I can’t stay away. It’s in my blood to lend you any support you need. I know I screwed up and I don’t deserve to have a chance with you. But I want you to know that you shouldn’t feel guilty about holding back on my cousins. You don’t owe them any of your secrets, and they aren’t ready to hear them. Plus, they all have numerous dirty secrets of their own. Have any of them confided in you? They don’t feel the slightest remorse or guilt.”
I blinked. I had never thought of it that way. I had never thought that the demigods could have many dirty secrets. Of course, I was twenty, going on twenty-one, and I was already burdened by a couple of dark secrets. They were immortals, so how many skeletons were in their closets?
“And don’t assume that your truth is dirtier than any of theirs,” Paxton added.
Instead of curious, I got angry. I turned to him, narrowed my eyes, and demanded, “What kind of dirty secrets do they have?”
“You can ask them when you’re ready to trade, Buttercup,” he said with a smirk.
“Don’t play games with me, Pigston.”
“I love your charming nickname for me.”
I quickened my pace to ditch him, but he easily kept up.
“Just keep your mouth shut for now,” he ordered.
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
“No matter what I say, you always have a sharp comeback.”
“Then you should keep your mouth shut.”
“And no matter what my intention is”—he sighed as if I’d wronged the greatest guy in the world—“you forever think my heart is a shriveled husk.”
“Is it?”
“No, Buttercup. I’m a coldhearted bastard, but my heart isn’t dead.”
I sneered.
“I know you’ve been practicing your magic in secret,” he continued over my distrustful glare. “You don’t need to practice it alone. I’m here to help you. I’m the only person who can since I already know exactly what kind of magic you have. I also know how to stimulate your power and motivate you to reach your greatest potential.”
“Right, you turned me into a fucking succubus by pushing me into a corner, initiating a feeding power I don’t want!” I stopped after that slip of the tongue. Would I be categorized as a succubus in the demon taxonomy? I hadn’t started my demonology class with the headmistress yet, and I was already so not looking forward to it.
And I didn’t need this demigod to help me screw up my shit.
I slowed my pace as icy rage traversed my veins.
“You aren’t a mere succubus, Buttercup,” he said. “You’re more than that. You’re the queen of the succubi.”