Half-Blood Academy 3 Magic Fury an academy reverse harem fantasy romance - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,62
I would tell them about my half-demon heritage. They could judge me and reject me—all except Paxton—and I would accept whatever came next.
I snapped open my eyes, my decision made.
My breath was even and my heart steady. Nothing in the world was more important than protecting my men. For them, I’d walk barefoot over a sea of burning coals.
I hadn’t expected my feelings for them to grow so strong, but when I’d nearly lost them, something primal in me had snapped.
I would always protect my own.
Héctor dozed off, a well-earned rest after the day’s battle, exhaustion, and demon venom, followed up by amazing sex. He looked young, gorgeous, and unguarded in his sleep, yet his lethalness still rolled off him in spades.
I kissed his lips, and he smiled.
I had to go to the elemental now before everyone found out and followed me. I wouldn’t be gone for long. I’d return before the demigods even knew I’d left.
I’d get quick tips from the elemental and return to the house.
I disentangled myself from Héctor.
“I’m only going to the bathroom,” I said when he gripped me. “Nature calls. I’ll return soon.”
He squeezed my butt before he let me go.
I gave his long, massive, perfect male body one more glance, desire burning through me all over again. I’d come back to ride him after a brief lesson from the elemental.
The elemental had warned me not to return, but this was an emergency. He would understand my current dire situation, and for the sake of our kinship, I was confident that he’d receive me once more.
Just as I headed toward the stairs, I felt a tug. I wrapped my silk robe around me and grabbed Héctor’s dagger. This would have to do.
If I went to the master bedroom to get my formal outfit and gear, the demigods would know what I was up to and stop me. I’d been hiding the secret existence of the elemental from them as well, but I couldn’t betray my kin, not even to my demigods.
It was just one more dark secret.
The tug of magic grew stronger as if the elemental had sensed my desperate need and reached out to me in return. It was so powerful that none of the walls or wards here could cut off our esoteric connection.
I was its kin after all.
Run, child, run! A voice warned in my head.
Run to where?
I’d tried to run from the Academy and the demigods in the beginning, but in the end, I’d run into their arms.
So, I’d run to the tree, seek advice, and run back to my mates.
In the middle of the staircase where none of the demigods could spot me, I teleported.
CHAPTER 18
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I stood between the pond and the ancient, gigantic tree. A black swan led her offspring to glide on the blue water, not aware or caring that war might come to the Academy soon.
Wind shuffled the soft leaves of the willow trees and flapped the hem of my robe.
To my surprise, the tree trunk was already open from the center. All the tiny hairs on my neck suddenly stood up—unlike last time when I’d stumbled into the portal—as if my magic sensed an ominous presence.
Run, child, run! The elemental cried in my head.
It was in big trouble.
I could not abandon it.
I grabbed my dagger and charged through the open tree.
All around me, the fairy world wasn’t what I remembered. The silver trees that had once adorned the dreamlike landscape under the starry sky were fading. The little transparent-winged fairies no longer flew around the realm to spread golden fairy dust and giggle frivolously. They were all dead, their corpses sagging beneath the trees.
“What the fu—” I didn’t get to finish my curse.
My magic pulsed, my senses sharpened, and my vision peeled off the glamour in front of me.
Two beings stood less than ten yards from me, their eyes glowing. The pristine energy of the realm poured into their open, greedy mouths.
These assholes were draining the elemental, and one of them was the God of War.
My angry gaze swept over to his companion.
He was as gorgeous and magnificent as Ares. The war god carried the mighty power of light and sunbeams, and this man had all the shadows and dark powers at his command.
While his aura was dark, his features weren’t.
He was beyond golden. His blond hair was streaked with the colors of a sunset, and his eyes shone with ancient intelligence, suffering, hope, and evil. He held the contradictions like they were his birthright.