Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,60

across to the other table where Maggie is sitting, her arms crossed as she stares down at her spellbook. I’ve wanted to say something to her . . . but what?

Sorry your best friend was thrown into the sea because she tried to kill me.

It’s not something I’m going to find a card for.

If I have any morals left at this point, this class is making it impossible to keep them.

“Go and walk yourself back into your cage and shut the door,” I tell the woman with gray hair and empty eyes. They all have empty eyes, and it helps me to think they aren’t people at all. I always pick this old lady, mainly because she looks so lost and she is the only one not crying in those cages. At least I know they did something so bad that their government decided to give them over to us to be used like this.

Only it doesn’t make me feel all that better. I know the guys Nick and Claus use to hex can’t have all done something wrong.

“Have you heard about the ball?” Lela asks me as I sit back down in my seat and start writing the final symbol of the hex that worked today. My spellbook has four complete pages of hexes, ones that can do anything from making someone spin around or make someone make you a cup of tea. I’m just happy I’ve got better at this, and everything else it seems.

“What ball?” I ask her.

“The ball in a couple of weeks. Have you not heard or seen the posters on the walls?” she asks me.

“Oh, the snowflake one? I didn’t bother to read it,” I explain.

“Yes. It’s a winter ball. Ask Sera to get a dress made for you, you will need one, and everyone has to attend it,” she tells me. “It will be fun.”

“Sounds fun,” I say as we come to the end of the lesson. I don’t mind dancing and music, not sure about balls as I’ve never been to one. Time to try something new, I guess. “See you later, Lela.”

“Later,” she says as I walk out, holding my spellbook tightly. I walk out of class and bump straight into someone, feeling hands grab my waist to hold me up. I look up and lock eyes with burning green ones, a swirling green fire that is destroying my heart. It damn well beats so hard it could stop when I’m around him now.

“Hey, you cancelled class this morning again. Can we talk?” I ask. I haven’t seen him since the library last week and everything that happened there. He hasn’t been attending survival basics either. It’s like he has given up on me.

“No,” a simple answer, but it is anything but simple.

“Morgan—"

“Mr. Morganach is my name and don’t you have somewhere to be? I sure fucking do,” he snaps at me before walking away and getting lost in the crowd of students that are coming out of their classes. I gulp down the embarrassment of that moment and head back to my room. I walk in and put my spellbook on the side.

“Good afternoon, want a drink?” Sera asks.

“Sure, thanks. Hey, do you know about some ball?” I ask her.

“Yes and I ordered you a dress for it too. Is that okay?” she asks.

“Perfect actually,” I reply, and she smiles at me as I go and sit down on the sofa, resting my head back as I hear the familiar sound of the wooden panel by the window being moved. I look back to see Javier change back from his wolf to his very naked self and smirk at me. I briefly wonder how he manages to have a perfectly tanned golden skin on all of his body. Not one white bit at all.

"I'm really sorry, I have to go to a meeting tonight," Sera explains to us after Javier finishes pulling on his gray shirt. I swear he could get dressed in one of the rooms . . . not in front of me, but that doesn't happen much.

"Show’s over. I'm going to nap," Amethyst says, purring as she walks off into my bedroom. It really was a show with all the muscles, tattoos, and goddamn sexy body Javier has.

And he knows it.

"Another one?" I ask, leaning forward on my seat as Javier cross his arm, leaning against the wall by the window panel he just snuck in through.

"Something big is happening soon, I think. The heads of the