Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,38

small ball of green light floats into the air in the middle of us. It zooms off, brushing past my cheek and by the time I've spun around, it has disappeared into the library.

"Now question time is over; we have a lesson to get on with," Mr. Morganach says. "The aim is very simple; you get the orb before I do."

"But—"

"But what, baby? Are you scared of losing?" he asks with an amused smirk.

"I just know you can move super quick," I remark.

"So can you if you start using your demonic powers. You aren't human, Miss Cameron. Stop fucking acting like you are and get your ass moving. It's no fun to play on my own," he tells me.

"You seem like the guy that plays on his own all the time," I reply with a small smile. I know he gets my flirty joke because he narrows his eyes.

"Careful," he warns, walking to my side and looking down at me. "I still want to kill you." He runs off before I can see his expression, but I'm stupidly not scared.

For the first time since I met Mr. Morganach, I think he was lying to me. I run after him only to find him holding the orb in his hand, a downright pissed off expression on his face as he throws the orb into the air.

"At least making it interesting, baby," he suggests, knocking my shoulder as he runs past me and I run to chase after him.

One day I’m going to beat him.

One day.

Chapter 15

Having a talking cat is fun

I sit staring at the doll I've made with string in my first voodoo class and coming to the conclusion that my doll looks more like a man with a giant head and one big foot instead of the basic shape I was aiming for. Knitting is not my jam, unlike most of the other students in here. We don't have a voodoo teacher because she is in hell for a week, but we have Mrs. Herman coming in and out to check on us every so often. I look over at Maggie and Letitia at the desk next to mine, and the perfect dolls they have. They are even knitting hair for their dolls now, and strangely Letitia’s doll looks just like me. I’m sure it’s just my imagination though. I shake my head and look back to see Nikoli sitting on his own, flipping a knife around like the crazy lunatic that he is. His eyes shoot up and crash with mine before I turn back, making him well aware that I was just staring at him. After a few seconds of willing my fast-beating heart to calm down, it spikes up again as Nikoli pulls the seat out next to me and sits down. He doesn't say anything as he picks my doll up, and to my surprise, he laughs.

A real, deep throaty kind of laugh that is contagious as I chuckle a little bit. His eyes meet mine once again; this time, I look at the different colours and how they really are fighting against each other to win.

"Want some help with whatever this is meant to be?" he asks me.

"You want to help me?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Look, we never thought it was possible to find a mate with our mixed blood. You shocked us to our core, and we didn't handle it well," he remarks. “Before that, you were a stranger who attracted me to her, and I didn’t like it. I presumed you were using some fucked-up magic to get my attention.”

"I don't want a mate," I tell him. “Sorry, but I don’t. Though I am happy to see you being nice to me instead of being a bully.”

"Too bad, you have two mates then. And your soon-to-be mate is dying inside a little watching you knit this doll so epically bad," he says, and I sigh, knowing there is no getting through to him. I might as well at least be his friend and make life easier for me. There is no way he is getting more than a friendship though. He and his muscular arms can think again.

"Are you telling me you can do better?" I ask.

"Hell yeah, I can, Alexandria. Just watch," he says, winking at me before grabbing the string and getting to work. I watch as he swiftly and persuasively makes a doll, never once looking at the instruction manual in the book out. In about twenty minutes,