Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,55

as I carry on walking. I can feel the cold floor under my feet, I can feel the tears fluttering down my cheeks, but I can’t move. What the fuck is going on?

Let me out. I will save us and destroy our enemies. The woman’s voice I’ve not heard in ages fills my mind, but I can’t reply to her. I can’t let her help me. I try to scream, to make any noise but nothing comes out. I can't do anything to control my body right now, and I don’t know why. I suddenly come to a stop in the corridor, and my body turns around to face the front door. I'm powerless as I walk to the door and leave my apartment, even though I really don't want to be leaving at all. I pray someone sees me, that someone is going to come and save me. My body swiftly moves down the silent corridor, my bare feet doing little to make any noise despite how much I’d love for them to make a noise right now. I don't know what is going on as I push another door open at the side of the room, leading to a place I’ve never been.

Outside on the cliffside of the academy. Cold, salty air blows against me, causing my silk pyjamas to stick to my body. A sense of dread blurs my thoughts as my body walks toward the cliff and I struggle so hard to stop it. I pray to all the gods I can think of to stop myself walking off that cliff. Fear makes me feel like my heart is going to stop beating as the sharp rocks cut into my feet as I get closer to the edge.

I’m going to die.

I can only shout no in my head, fear blinding me as I walk straight off the cliff, my body crashing at full speed down the cliff, air whistling past my ears and blocking out the sound of the waves. The world seems to slow down as I open my eyes, seeing the sharp and deadly rocks below just come into my view. My body suddenly comes back into my control, and I scream, wrapping myself into a ball as I try to embrace the fact I’m going to die. I’m seventeen, and I’m going to die before I ever got a chance to really live.

"Alexandria!" I hear someone shout, and I brace myself for the cold water just as something slams into me, wrapping me in their warm embrace. I recognise the black wings right in front of me, and the strong arms holding me close to them. Morgan. I wrap my arms around Morgan's shoulders as he flies us up the cliff, saltwater smacking against us as hard as the cold wind. Morgan flies us up past the door I came out of and lands on a balcony about four floors up, and I collapse to the floor, sucking in a deep breath. His hands sharply cup my cheeks, his eyes looking more stormy than the sea I nearly died in.

“Why the fuck would you do that to yourself? Why?” he demands, shouting at me in such anger that I’m almost scared of him. Almost.

“I didn’t. I swear it wasn’t my choice, but I don’t know how to explain it. I just couldn’t stop my body walking off the cliff,” I try to tell him without my voice cracking from the fear. My whole body is shaking as we just stare at each other; both of us not willing to break eye contact.

It’s the first time I’ve really seen Morgan. The real, vulnerable Morgan underneath the hard exterior he always puts up. I’m not sure why I’m seeing him, though.

“You were hexed. Fuck,” he mutters, still holding my cheeks to the point I start to wonder why he is so angry. “Did you see who hexed you?”

“I thought you wanted me dead, Mr. Morganach, so why would you care?” I ask, humour making me less utterly terrified. I think I know the answer anyway.

“By my hand, not a fucking cliff. The sea doesn’t get to take your life, Lexi. No one does, but me,” he demands.

“I’m not sure if that was romantic or scary,” I mutter.

“Scary,” he deadpans.

“Sure,” I grin, and he shakes his head at me as I stand up. His wraps his hands onto the bannister, holding on so tightly his knuckles go white. I look around the balcony, seeing a little