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“No. Perfect. You shouldn’t be able to trust anyone besides your team. Everyone in this world is out for you and people want to trick you. You have good reflexes. How?”
“Club life,” I admit. “People try to get handsy.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Yeah. Human men tend to do it the most. Take a seat anywhere, Asura. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”
Smiling, I peek at the open seat right behind Khazon. As I’m walking back to my chair, I feel something flying my way. I sidestep as the ball flies and hits the wall.
“I’ll get you one day,” Mr. Rickman says, pointing at me as I take my seat.
“Oh, I’m sure you will, sir.”
He scoffs, turning to the board and begins drawing on it. “To be a Soul Reaper, you have to accomplish a few things. One, you have to channel your telum, which is the weapon you will use every time you hunt a soul. Souls help our shadow realm and the underworld run smoother. They power anything and everything. From the lights to the cars. Earth runs on Dunkin, we run on souls.” He leans on his desk.
The room is quiet as I glance around, smirking. The room is filled with supernatural beings of all ages, but all wearing red like me. Demons, fae, orcs, shifters—you name it. Anyone can technically be a Soul Reaper.
“Two, look for your three hellhounds. Pick someone you can trust and who you think will protect you. You have to learn to work with them. You work as a team, so pick someone you trust the most.”
A hand raises from a girl who looks familiar, but I can’t place it.
“Yes?” the teacher asks.
“When’s the ceremony for both?
“So, the telum ceremony is this Friday for the new recruits. The higher levels, like Khazon here and Miya, run it.”
The girl next to Khazon twists around, waving as if we care about who the fuck she is. I certainly do not.
“Bonding ceremony happens when you get your hounds. From there, you set up with Dean Moon to book the field for it.”
My head spins with questions, so I raise my hand like a good girl.
“Yes.”
“So, how do you get hellhounds to join you?”
He shrugs. “Sometimes it’s as simple as asking. Sometimes it might take the telum ceremony to show that you are strong. Any way you can get someone to trust you, you can do it.”
I glance at Khazon, who looks annoyed and stiff. The Miya girl seems comfortable having her hands on his biceps and leaning into him. I raise my hand again, “Sir, say someone else has the hellhound you want—”
Khazon whips his head around quickly. “Don’t you dare!”
I bite my lip to stop the smirk from spreading across my face. “Shush, Khazon. I’m asking a question.”
“I’m assuming you were going to ask,” Mr. Rickman says, clearing his throat, “what should you do if someone has a hound you want. If the hound agrees, you are able to ‘steal.’”
“Interesting,” I say with a wide smirk on my face. Khazon does not look happy at all.
“Don’t you dare steal my hound.” Khazon finally explodes as soon as we both step out in the hall. His face is red through his tan skin and his finger is in my face.
I push it away, ignoring the unwanted attention from the supernatural beings around us. “Calm it down, Khazzie. I was just kidding.”
Khazon let out a sigh, probably realizing that I don’t want Ledger. “This is not a game, Asura. Hellhounds protect, and I trust mine and only mine.”
I smirk. “Oh, I trust him too.”
He growls like a hellhound.
That Miya girl moves beside Khazon and hooks her arm around his. “Come on, baby. Let’s leave the trash where she belongs.”
