Page 244 of House Ignis

“That is NOT Asher!” Aether seethed through the bond, his voice a violent roar.

My mind snapped straight.

My eyes flew open.

At the exact same moment,

He didn't just growl; he launched himself between us, one massive paw striking the male back.

The guy staggered back with a shout of pain and shock.

“What the fuck?!”

I spun around, the room tilting.

It was just some random Ventus male.

No silver eyes.

No shadows.

No him.

“Get your fucking cat away from me!” the guy yelled, clutching his bleeding arm.

Anger, hot and volatile, surged through my blood.

I opened my mouth to snap back, but a fist slammed into the male’s jaw before I could get a word out.

Hard. He hit the crystal floor with a sickening thud.

Ezra stood over him, his breathing slow and dangerous.

“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. The. Heir,” he snarled, his voice a low, lethal vibration.

Ezra’s massive bloodhound moved instantly, planting himself in front of me like a wall of muscle, both Ruin and Havoc baring their teeth.

The Ventus male blinked in shock, then surged up and swung back.

“Ezra!” I screamed.

They went down together, grappling, boots skidding across the polished stone.

Ryven lunged forward, dragging the male off Ezra, while Mavrik grabbed Ezra by the shoulders.

But two more Ventus males shoved into the fray. Water magic surged in sharp arcs; wind cracked like a whip.

The music died. Students scattered.

“Gods,” I muttered, swaying on my feet.

The world tilted sideways, the ceiling and floor swapping places. My stomach lurched violently.

I was going to be sick.

Ember’s green eyes suddenly filled my vision, fierce and focused. “Okay. Nope. We are DONE.”

She caught my wrist firmly and pulled me toward her.