Magic Trials (Half-Blood Academy #1)- Meg Xuemei X Page 0,9

me with a sword, only to halt midway.

He stepped back.

“Fun’s over, little minx,” a rich male voice said, and a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine, making me want to purr.

What the fuck?

A giant, masculine male built like a gorgeous statue of bronze strode toward me like he had just descended from the glorious Heavens.

I glanced at his feet to check if he rode on a chariot of fire before returning my gaze to his face. His light amber eyes laughed at me as mine traced the curve of his mouth.

For a fleeting second, all I wanted was to lunge at him to lick his lips. I also wanted to trace my fingers along his cut chest inside his long, black leather coat.

I blinked back to my senses and frowned at him.

He was the sole owner of the predatory power I’d detected earlier.

A human should not be able to sense any magic, yet I had this cunning ability—be it a blessing or curse—to not just sense it, but tell its type and grade. For some reason, though, I couldn’t categorize this man’s power. I blamed it on my lack of experience. I hadn’t seen much of the world.

I could tell, however, that this dangerous specimen contained top-of-the-line, ninth-degree power, which had to make him a demigod. Ten was reserved for Lucifer and the pureblood gods.

His power sang in my blood, as if calling to my own power, but I had no magic.

Vi had warned me to stay far away from any demon or demigod. It was too late now since I was facing a very powerful one right in front of me.

But I did not fear this demigod—who seemed to terrify everyone else because all round me knees went down and hit the dirty ground.

“Did you just call me minx?” I demanded, trying to make him feel bad for being a jerk. There might be a chance I could talk my way out of here. This demigod had stopped his lieutenant from attacking me with a scary sword. “No one calls me minx. I hunt and eat minx.”

He chuckled, as if my defiance only amused him, and that sexy male sound made my toes curl. Good thing he couldn’t see my body’s reaction. Add one more thing boots were good for—hiding how suddenly and completely turned on I was.

His gaze dropped to my lips for a heartbeat before returning to peek into my eyes, potent magic in his probe.

I stared back at him, holding my ground.

His face, playful a moment ago, turned steel hard.

As power rolled off him, a brutal wind whipped around me, screwing up my facial expression and tossing my lavender hair about.

Now I would have to comb my hair again!

The wind didn’t make me shake in my boots, but it rumbled the old library blocks away. If the remaining glass shattered because he’d thrown a fit, he’d have to cover expenses for the repair. I’d send the bill to the Half-Blood Academy, where the demigods resided, according to rumor.

His magical wind threw everyone else backward, but it didn’t work on me.

Had he spared me alone, or was I simply so awesome that I could resist his power?

I got the answer when he silently commanded me, Kneel.

The word of power slammed into my mind, and I desired nothing more than to drop to my knees and show him my soft belly in submission.

But I wasn’t that kind of girl. His manhandling only infuriated me.

I braced my feet apart and glared at him. His eyes turned molten gold at the defiant fire in my eyes.

I’d truly pissed off a demigod.

A small yelping sound from Circe and Jasper confirmed just that. I’d help them up after I dealt with this asshole.

All gods, demigods, and demons were merciless psychopaths. There was no difference between them. Just look at how they tore the world apart with their male egos and wars.

There was no good guy on either side.

I braced for a blow from the demigod. I wasn’t his match, and my daggers and arrows wouldn’t do a damn thing to him, but I would still put up a fight.

His power increased, and I felt like the weight of a truck landed on my slender shoulders.

Cold sweat dampened my armpits.

A cocky smile tugged the demigod’s lips as he waited for me to drop to my knees in front of him, but I was one hell of a stubborn chick.

I refused to bow or kneel to anyone.

Be gone. You’ll not crush me! I