?Hmm. . . it makes me wonder then why she looked like a ten-year-old five thousand years ago. Earth and Miy have the same time system even if it takes three hundred and sixty-five point twenty-five days where on Miy it takes three hundred and sixty-four.
?Same time system.
?Why weren’t Ms. Elaycia and Nana looking for me during those first two month?
?“Mavyn.”
?“What?”
?Oh shit.I focus my vision and the first thing I see is a pissed off devil.
?“I asked,” he snaps right back, “who you trained with for your mental shields.”
?He has no right to be mad at me.
?“I taught myself,” I snark.
?“How.”
?I guess we’re back to the cold talking, dark toned, high-almighty devil.
?“Psycho devils with mind magic like it when you scream as they skin pieces of your body.”
?The room goes dead. Bells chime signaling the end of class, but no one makes a move to leave. Not even Jullia beside me twitches.
?He hated it when I wouldn’t scream. That’s when he would get sloppy.
?Sighing dramatically, I collect my tablet and stylus before shoving it into my bag and standing out of my chair. “If not even you can get into my mind then I’d say I did pretty well teaching myself. Have a good day professor.”
?I don’t wait for him to dismiss us or for Jullia. They won’t be serving dinner for another thirty minutes but there are snacks and drinks and I just want an excuse to leave.
?It was cloudy today so I didn’t bother with my umbrella and it’s dark now so it’s not like it matters. The cold, almost Decim, air hits like a punch. My breath fogs in front of me as I make my way down the corridors to the cafeteria. At least it doesn’t make my scars ache. I haven’t worn my winter uniform yet and chose to stick with my blazer instead.
?I unwind my earbuds and shove them in my ears before looking at the screen of the MP3 player. I press play onMadnessby Ruelle and turn the volume to max. It seems fitting. Secrets and secrets and more secrets.
?I make it to the cafeteria which is already holding groups of students. Most of them waiting for dinner to be served and others it looks like doing projects or work. I know there’s a library somewhere on campus, but I have yet to visit it.
?I spot Hanna at the table we usually sit at and start making my way over. Pressing pause on my music as I approach her, Ricka, and that shifter.
?His russet eyes track me as Ricka sarcastically salutes and Hanna arches a brow.
?“Where’s my sister?”
?I fling my hand behind me. “Coming.” I all but throw myself onto the bench and let my head thud on the table.
?“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
?“That’s not polite, Ricka.”
?“Kyno. . . shut the fuck up.”
?Hanna tisks at them and then pokes my head. “Did something happen between you and your devil?”
?“She hasn’t spoken to either of her devils in a week,” Callahan inserts, right as he sits on my left side and I smell citrus and salmon. “Avoiding us as best she can and giving monosyllable responses when she can’t hum, grunt, or shrug.”
?What an asshole.
?I’m just. . . focusing on not imploding at the moment. You would think they would give a girl some slack.
