Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,66
she knew she was going to try and kill me. At the end of the day, everything in this academy is trying to kill us, and as students, we should try to band together simply to survive.
"Her soul belongs to Lucifer now," I say, but it doesn't feel like me that said it at all. My demon echo’s the words in my head, making it clear who pushed that thought out of my lips.
"As it should," Maggie replies and nods her head at me before heading into the dark corridor behind the double doors. I keep my head high as I follow after her, walking down the silent corridor which has no lights. Two doors on the other side push open as I get close to them, revealing the ballroom and the music blasts against my ears. An orchestra plays beautiful, soulful music on the one side of the ballroom, couples dance and spin around with each other in the middle and the other side is a bar with small tables, with red orbs floating in the middle of each table. I look back to the dancers, the way the women have long dress dresses that clash with the men in white suits. The mix of red and white almost blur together like a beautiful painting, effortless and unique.
Unforgettable.
The ceiling has hundreds of red, white, and black orbs moving around in a circle shape, glowing brightly as the highlight the rest of the room. Tiny red, star-shaped sparks of light fall from the ceiling, disappearing around the dancers, never quite touching them. Every part of the gold walled room is beautiful, and it doesn't surprise me that they kept this room locked up away from anyone. I glance down at the deep, dark wooden floors below me, seeing how polished they are.
"May I have this dance?" Morgan's voice almost pulls me to him as I turn around, seeing his outstretched hand waiting for my answer. Morgan has a white suit on, which contrasts against his black wings right behind him. His black hair is styled to the left, pushed away from his forehead and It makes him look less wild.
Not that anyone could tame Morgan. He is reckless and wild . . . and that's one of the many things I actually like about him. His green eyes meet mine like we were drawn to each other across a crowded room, and there really is no one else. His eyes make me never want to look away, not when I see what hides behind them. The emotions there. I don't answer with words, not trusting myself to know how to speak or what to say, but I slide my hand into his. My hand is so small and soft compared to his rough, large hands, but he makes me feel safe in a way I didn't know I needed. Morgan leads me to the dancefloor, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against his body. I place my free hand on his shoulder and never once breaking the eye contact behind us.
"My professor wants to meet you. He has an idea about our secret," Morgan whispers to me, never once breaking the dance we are doing, never once letting me have control as he moves me exactly how he wants. I try my best not to stand on his feet.
"I can't leave here and neither can you, how would that work?" I ask.
"A natural place, and I get one day off to go somewhere. We can work out a way for you to come with me," he explains. He has it all thought out.
"You never did tell me why you are here in DA," I enquire.
"You never needed to know," he replies.
"And now?" I ask.
"Maybe one day, Miss Cameron," he tells me.
"Always maybes with you, Mr. Morganach," I mutter. "I am glad you are talking to me once again."
"I realised something when I saw you today," he explains.
"What was that?" I ask.
"That no matter how much I try to push you away, you will always be the only person I see in a crowded room," he tells me, taking my breath away as the song stops. He steps back and nods his head to me before letting my hand go and walking away through the dancers. He can't just say that and walk away. I take one step to follow him when Claus and Nikoli step out of the dancers, blocking my view.