wet. Cat's do not like water; do you remember that fact?" she protests as I walk over the field. "You are torturing me. Torture, I say!"
"It's a little rain, get over it," I hiss at her, and she just tries to escape me again, digging her nails into my arm.
"Miss Cameron?" the man who looks in his late thirties asks, smiling at me through his large-framed glasses. "My name is Mr. Zeta. Welcome to Familiar Studies. As you can see, this is a small class as most choose to study familiars in their rooms rather than actively look for them. Now, who is this?"
"Amethyst, and she is my familiar. At least I think she is," I explain as she tries to escape once again. I just hold her tighter and awkwardly smile at Mr. Zeta.
"Familiars are animals who never leave your side and would happily die for their owners," he explains to me, focusing on Amethyst.
"I'd choose myself in a life or death situation. Clearly, you have the wrong cat. You should let me go now!" Amethyst hisses.
"Wow she is a talker, isn't she? So much meowing," he remarks with a laugh.
"She never shuts up, to be honest," I say, and he laughs like I’m joking. If only he knew I wasn’t.
"I would say this class isn't needed for you. I'm going to send you back to your room and send over some books for you to read on owning a familiar. I will ask you back to my classroom every four weeks to see what you have learnt," he tells me.
"Sounds good," I reply, struggling to hold onto Amethyst.
"Goodbye, Miss Cameron and Amethyst, of course," he says, and walks away from me to the other students just as the heavens open, dropping heavy, cold rain down on us. Amethyst jumps out of my arms, hissing like crazy as she soon looks terribly soaked through. I can't help but laugh at her kitty eyes as she looks like she wants to murder me.
"I will never forget this betrayal," she hisses at me, but it only makes me laugh more as she runs away and into the academy.
Who said having a talking cat wasn't fun?
Chapter 16
One towel. One possessive demon
"How was it?" Sera asks as I slam the door shut behind us both, feeling very bloody annoyed. I storm to the couch and sit down before sinking my head into my hands. I'm sure she heard from outside the gym how well this lesson went, just like all the other lessons in this past month. I've been at this school a month, and everyone else just seems to be doing better than I am. I can't hex because even looking at humans makes me want to be sick. I can't make my voodoo doll do more than stand on its own when other people have theirs dancing. It doesn't help that the voodoo teacher and the necromancy are still in hell so I can’t ask for their advice or guidance. Claus and Nikoli have offered to give me private lessons, but only if I’m naked in their room as they “teach” me. Assholes.
"It was embarrassing. So embarrassing," I explain to her. "He beats me every morning to catch that damn orb in private training and then for the last three weeks he has taken pleasure at pinning me down until I give up at every survival basic lesson."
"Oh Lexi," she says, somewhat amused as much as she is feeling sorry for me. "Would a cup of tea help? Or hot chocolate?"
"It's a hot chocolate kind of day, Sera. I'd really love one," I reply.
"Does it help that the angel is super sexy, so being pinned under him should be a little fun?" she asks as she fills the kettle up.
"No, it doesn't help," I mutter. "I'm pretty sure all the girls in the class love to have him pin them down, but I don't. I need to beat him; I need to see that smug smile disappear."
"He is only smug about you," she reminds me. "You really get under his skin."
"You need to get under him, plural," Amethyst injects, though she looks like she is sleeping on the sofa. The little eavesdropping madam.
"It's not sexual tension, it's just tension," I remind her. I’ve told her this a million times, but she is adamant that it is more than just friendly competition. I’m adamant it is nothing more than him being an annoying pain in my ass.
"Okay, the next time you have