Zodiac Academy Fated Throne - Caroline Peckham Page 0,40

against their restraint as I fought to get free, but there were too fucking many of them.

Gustard stepped forward, taking hold of my wrist and I bit down on the hand covering my mouth as the gang leader pushed my arm down forcefully, bending it in the opposite direction it was supposed to go. Stars exploded in front of my eyes as the bone snapped and my pained roar was smothered by the asshole gripping my face.

I blinked away the darkness curtaining my eyes as Gustard breathed in my ear. “Last warning.”

They left me there and I groaned as I tasted blood on my tongue and felt the heavy and agonising weight of my right arm hanging off the desk, unable to move it.

Poltergeist appeared with wide eyes, taking my other arm and helping me off the table.

“You need to see the medic,” he croaked in an ancient voice, but I shook my head, groaning as another spike of pain cleaved through my arm. Fuck.

“Have to go to visitation,” I growled, stumbling past him as blood pissed from my nose onto the carpet. I wiped it away with my sleeve then clutched my broken arm against my chest, biting down on my tongue at the blinding pain racing through the limb. At least I’d made a bunch of them bleed first.

I made my way out of the library with the inmates all staring at me then headed upstairs towards visitation.

“What the fuck happened, One-Fifty?” Officer Cain barked as I reached the top of the stairs. He was a big asshole with close cropped hair and a mouth that never smiled.

“Fell,” I grunted, trying to step past him toward the hall that led to the visitation rooms. He shot into my way with his Vampire speed and I snarled a threat, wishing I had access to my own fangs so I could put this motherfucker in his place.

“Well Medical is that way.” He smirked tauntingly, pointing back down the stairs.

“I’m going to visitation,” I hissed and he folded his arms.

“Are you now?” he asked. “Well you’re gonna shock that little Heir boyfriend of yours when he sees you like that.”

I gave him a cool look then stepped forward again to move past him and he let me go this time. I made it to the line of inmates waiting to be called into a visitation room and propped my shoulder against the wall, grinding my teeth as I tried to ignore the pain in my shattered arm. Fuck Gustard. Fuck that unFae piece of shit.

“One-Fifty!” Officer Lucius called from down the corridor. “You’re in room eight.” She directed me forward, her eyes widening as she took in my face, the blood splattering my jumpsuit and my arm clutched against my side.

She grabbed her radio from her hip. “Oh shit, you need-”

“I need to walk through that door right this second, so get out of my way.” I jerked my chin at the room behind her then didn’t wait for her to agree, ducking past her and pushing through the door. Darius stood up from his seat at the single table in there, his jaw dropping at the state of me.

“Fuck, Lance, what the hell happened?”

I rushed toward him, using my good arm to pull him against me and wincing through the pain, the Guardian bond purring happily inside me as I released a heavy sigh. Better.

Darius slid his fingers onto my twisted arm and healing magic swept into my veins. The bone snapped back into place and I hissed between my teeth before the pain finally ebbed away. He fixed my nose next, cleaning the blood off of me with his water magic and I drew him into a fierce hug the moment it was done, needing him close, craving the feel of him against me.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he commanded in a Dragon’s growl worthy of his father, finally pulling away from me.

We sat down opposite each other at the table and I shrugged. I wasn’t going to snitch on Gustard and his lackies in front of the cameras, but there was another group of assholes responsible who I could openly blame. “The fucking stars have it out for me.”

“You can’t continue like this, you’ll end up fucking dead,” Darius hissed, his face twisted in concern.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I demanded. “It is what it is.”

He shook his head, then subtly swiped a finger and a chill filled the room. He used his water magic to mess