Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,58

you were dead.”

“It still doesn’t mean it was right to murder her!” I shout at him, and he seems shocked at my outburst as I walk away into the building, wishing I could put every part of tonight behind me.

DA never seems so dark as it does this night.

Chapter 23

A kiss to stop everything

“Are you ready?” Morgan asks, and I nod once at him, bracing myself to move. I watch closely as he lets the orb go and it floats off, rapidly disappearing around the bookcases. I close my eyes and run, knowing I trust my instinct to find the orb for me. I run quicker around the corner of a bookcase and swiftly turn to the left, avoiding Mr. Morganach, who always catches me in this point, in the same place. I’ve done this so many times the last three weeks that I know where he is going to be, I sense his movements like my own.

Left.

I sharply jump to the right into the passageway, opening my eyes and grinning when I see the prize inches away from me now. I trust my demon, the little words she sends to me to guide me how she wishes. I know I will pay the price when she eventually becomes stronger, but I feel like we are on the same path. I look back to see Mr. Morganach running at me, using his wings to propel himself fast but I reach out and grab the orb, hardly believing I just did that. The orb is much colder than I suspected it would be, and it is about the weight of an orange.

“Holy fuck, I won!” I shout, jumping on the spot and holding the orb in the air.

“Congratulations. Your demon powers have excelled to such a point you are moving three times the speed you were when we started, and you are trusting your demon to guide you. Is she speaking to you?” He asks, holding a hand out for the orb for me to give back. A little part of me doesn’t want to give it back because I finally have it. I sigh and drop it in his open hand, knowing it’s not the orb I wanted. It was simply winning.

“Sometimes. When I need her,” I explain to him.

“She will try to take over soon. You’re eighteen soon, right?” he asks me.

“Two months away. It’s my birthday three days before the trial for my parents actually,” I say, sucking in a breath as I remember how much shit my parents are in and I really have no idea how I can help them.

“Shitty birthday present,” he states.

“Not if they are freed,” I remark, raising an eyebrow.

“Right.” He smiles, but I can tell he doesn’t mean it. “If it doesn’t all work out, I will be here for you.”

“You can’t promise that, Mr. Morganach,” I remind him.

“I’ve told you to call me Morgan. I mean it,” he firmly tells me. Here is this thing again . . . something that I can’t quite decide what it is. I think it’s just over protectiveness because of the angel blessing I have and how frustrated he is that he hasn’t heard back from his professor with answers. Apparently his professor could hardly believe it, and wouldn’t if anyone but Morgan had told him it.

“Morgan, ” I mutter.

“I feel like you’re mine, so yes I mean it when I say I will be here for you.” He shocks me into utter silence as I meet his green eyes. Even in the dim library, they are like a light in the dark that I want to chase.

“As my teacher?” I ask. “Or as someone you need to protect because of what you saw on my thigh?”

“I’m not a good teacher, Miss Cameron,” he reminds me, and I chuckle. “And it’s not just about that. I feel like I must be here for you and protect you.”

“As a friend, yes?” I ask, and my heart pounds as he doesn’t reply, his jaw tight and his eyes burning much brighter than before.

“Well, well. What do we have here? More teacher-student moments I want to interrupt?” Nick drawls, and I turn to see him at the start of the corridor, though he is watching Morgan and doesn’t look at me. Nick’s white shirt is undone by a few buttons, showing off nothing but golden skin underneath and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, giving him a more casual look than I am used to. It’s