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“You’re not listening to me,” I state to Dean Moon.
“Because...” He starts with a sigh, rolling his eyes. “I have more important issues, Ms. Beelzebub.”
I roll my eyes. “So, you’re not going to even listen when I say that there’s a Hell Storm about to start at any moment?”
“Where are we, Ms. Beelzebub?”
Blinking, I answer hesitantly, “In the academy.”
“Yes. The Anima Messorms Academiae in the Shadow World. Shadow World. Not Hell.”
My jaw tightens at the way he talks to me like I’m stupid. I know it sounds so insane that no one can understand it, but he’s not listening to Ozias or me. “Okay,” I stand. “Come on, Oz.”
His dark eyes narrow on me, and his brows pull inward, but he stands and moves with me outside of the hall. “What are we going to do?” He grabs my hand as we meet up with Inarian and Amos.
“Wait until it hits—” I say, but stop when something shakes the whole entire school like an earthquake.
Ozias bumps into me, and I slam into the wall with a groan. I grab his hips to try to keep him from moving away from me. He grips the wall behind me, holding himself up against me.
The ground settles.
“How do we always end up like this?” Oz’s deep voice comes.
I look up. Half of his hair is up in a bun. His eyes shine a dark purple now, and I know that to be his true color, just like his mother’s eyes. My eyes move down his face over the freckles on his tan skin, over his full pink lips and to his jaw.
Ozias really did grow up. He’s not the same dorky pale kid Khazon and I used to make fun of.
“Because you always got me in trouble,” I say, finally.
“Sure, kitten,” he mutters with a small smirk and stands straight.
“Asura!” Hazen shouts, and I hear his footsteps as he turns the corner.
I move from the corner and am embraced by the hound. His power shocks me as his lips crash into mine, briefly. When he pulls back, I glance at Ozias. He meets my eyes before looking away, jaw clenching.
“Wait, Ledger said you were hurt, and it was urgent,” Hazen asks, looking me over.
“I’m not—”
We hear a loud crack of thunder, and the school shakes again, silencing all of us. The sound of screaming fills the air outside. Hazen sets me down and we all rush to the doors, and just as I throw it open, people start swarming in front of the entrance. During a Hell storm, people should find coverage.
The rain slaps against my skin and instantly burns on contact, but I stick it out, holding open the door and pushing people inside.
The lobby becomes chaotic within minutes, and the dean and Mrs. Godlie, the nurse, are all out their office, struggling to help kids.
Part of me wishes they would have listened. I know it’s crazy and a coincidence. I just “learned” about Hell Storms in class this morning. Everything is happening fast, like someone was fast forwarding a movie. I’ve been here for almost two weeks, and all of this happened so quickly. Something is going on, but I can’t tell what.
My eyes land on Mr. Rickman and he looks up from the students he is helping. His lips seemingly curl into a small, knowing smile.
My brows pull together. Am I seeing shit?
A hand grabs me and shakes me back to reality. A girl begins talking to me, one I’ve never met. “Your brother and a few others are out there.”
“Kill?”
She nods. “A few of the scared girls rushed to the shed and he went after them on the training field.”
I’ve seen that shed before, and I doubt it’ll survive much more. But what can I do out there?
