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“No, it is …” But Foster’s heavy reluctance has me concerned. “The school and the walls around it have a ton of powerful protection spells, so only permitted creatures can come here. It’s almost as safe as our house. I just want to make sure you send for help if someone bothers you. I—we want to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible dealing with this new world and learning about your powers.”
“Thanks, but … is your house really safer than a school full of elemental protectors?” I question, because the idea seems a bit crazy.
“My brothers and I are very powerful. In fact, we’re pretty badass.” Foster winks at me, and my traitor stomach does kick flips. As if he knows exactly what’s going on inside me, and maybe he does, he smiles then nods toward the building. “Come on; let’s try not to be late.”
I begrudgingly nod, and then we start to make our way across the parking lot and toward the school. With every step I take, the staring increases and my nerves skyrocket to the point where clouds are rolling in.
As we reach the wide stairway that leads to the double-doored entrance, I just about turn around and bolt as a group of people with the most striking dark eyes appear at the top of the stairway.
Elementals of darkness. I’m not even sure how I know, other than I can sense the darkness flowing off them.
In response to my nerves, lighting lights up the sky like a goddamn blue strobe light.
Foster hastily laces his fingers through mine and guides me closer to him, static buzzing between us.
“You’re fine,” he assures me. “Easton and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Still feeling shaky inside, I latch on to his hand.
“You need to relax,” Easton whispers. “Don’t let them sense your fear.”
I take a deep breath and another, but my pulse remains jittery.
Finally, Easton threads his fingers through my free hand. “You’ve got Foster and me right here. No one’s going to hurt you.”
I should probably pull my hand away from his. I doubt it’s a good thing to walk into a new school while holding two guys hands. But I feel safe between the two of them, enough that my fingers stay where they.
I only relax again after we pass by the elemental protectors of darkness, finally entering the school.
“Holy … Wow,” I breathe out as I take in the cathedral ceiling painted with the colors of the elements, the glittering chandeliers, and the black and white checkerboard floor. Everything is extravagant from the trimming on the walls to the intricately shaped doorknobs. It looks like a museum or a castle and not a school, especially since … “Where are all the lockers?”
“We don’t have any.” Foster tightens his hold on my hand as he squeezes by people congesting up the hallway and heads toward a wide door labeled: main office. Since Easton is holding onto my other hand, I end up pulling him along with us. “The books we use stay in the classrooms, along with most of our supplies and stuff.”
“I’ll catch up with you in a bit,” Easton says, releasing ahold of my hand. “I have to go talk to a teacher about making up a final.” He gives me a strangely tense smile before taking off in the opposite direction Foster and I are headed in.
Foster throws a wave at him, his attention fixed on getting us to the main office. He acts entirely unaware of how much everyone is staring at me—no, us—now. More in particular, our interlocked fingers.
I should pull away. We’re not by the elemental protectors of darkness anymore, and it might make the staring dwindle if I do, but I worry what my powers will do if I break the ease he’s instilling inside me , worry I’ll lose control over my powers. After spending years struggling to keep my powers hidden, I like that I have a bit of help now. Not that I want to rely on him completely. One day, I want to be able to control my powers as well as he does.
“If there’re no lockers, then why the heck did I bring a backpack?” I ask as he pulls open the door to the main office.
“You’ll need it for your human classes and to carry around the supplies you can’t leave in class,” he says, tugging me into the main office.
The space is quaint and lined with bookshelves and a couple of antique desks. The walls are decorated with artwork of scenes that I’d assume belonged in fantasy novels, except now I know other worlds exist, so maybe the places are real.
Since the secretary is nowhere to be seen, we have to wait. We’re not alone, though. A group of guys are sitting in chairs near the front desk, chatting with each other and laughing. All their eyes are brightly colored and match one of the elements, letting me know they’re not human.
One of them smirks at Foster when he notices him; his golden eyes announcing he’s an elemental protector of fire.
“Well, well, well, this is interesting.” With a chillingly wicked smile on his face, he leans forward in the chair, his brown hair falling into his eyes. “Did the perfect Foster get in trouble for the very first time?” He spats the word perfect like it’s repulsive.
Perfect Foster? The guy standing beside me, dressed in black and covered in studded accessories, is known around this school as perfect? I mean, look-wise, sure, he’s gorgeous, but his personality …? Well, it all really depends on which Foster we’re talking about: the one I first met or the guy holding my hand and helping me deal with everything.
I sneak a questioning look at Foster, to which he heaves a sigh.
“Just ignore him,” he tells me. “He’s an asshole. And a stupid one at that.”
“Fuck off,” the guy growls, rising to his feet and crossing his arms. “Just because you think you’re the shit doesn’t mean you are.” He steps toward us, his eyes darkening and his fingers sparking with bright-orange flames. “And one day, I’m going to make you realize that you’re a pathetic piece of shit.” Smoke hisses from his skin. “Just you wait.”
