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I scowled at him. Way to make my job as a bartender sound even less glamorous than it was. “Can’t I just attend classes at night or something? Don’t you have a community college version?”
One corner of his lips tugged into a smile. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”
“A handful? Look, I’m not a kid. I don’t care what your laws say, I’m an adult and I get to make my own choices.”
“Sure,” he said. “Make your choice. Prison cell or dorm room.”
Fuck. We were going around in circles. “I can’t pay tuition.”
“That’s not a problem. We have generous donors and scholarship funds available for unique cases such as yours,” he said.
“I’m a unique case?” I asked, lifting a skeptical eyebrow. Considering how everyone I knew was raised to believe that magic wasn’t real, I couldn’t be the only one to randomly create fire and throw their whole life into a tailspin.
“It’s rare for a mage to be unaware of their powers.” He frowned for a moment, then he returned to the impassive expression he’d maintained for most of our conversation. “You will be behind your classmates, but I imagine you’ll catch up quickly. If you put the work into it.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I asked.
“Then you’ll fail.”
“And let me guess,” I said. “If I fail, it’s magic prison?” To be fair, I was starting to think this place was just as much of a prison as the mysterious threat.
“Or worse.” He stood, then walked toward the door. “I’ll have someone show you to your new room.”
“What exactly does that mean?” I asked. “Are you threatening me? Are you allowed to do that? Aren’t you an educator?”
He shook his head and turned to me. “The Academy of the Elites is the most prestigious graduate program for magic users in the country. It is a privilege to be here. You should be kissing the feet of whoever got you in here.”
“I didn’t ask to be here,” I said.
“And yet, here you are. You want my advice, young mage?”
Not really.I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from saying what I really wanted to say.
“Appreciate your time here. Learn something. Don’t fuck it up.” He turned away from me and walked toward the door.
I slumped back against the chair feeling both called out and pissed. Who was he to decide what I did with my future? And if this place was so fucking great, why the hell was I here?
“You ready?” A silky male voice called out.
I turned and my jaw nearly hit the floor. Apparently, my guide was a fucking Greek god. The ideal specimen of man standing in front of the doorway was six feet of lean muscle. His sandy hair was a perfect mess, partially covering one eye. It was the kind of hairstyle you knew he’d spent ten minutes getting just right in the mirror.
He smiled at me, showing a row of straight white teeth. His square jaw was dusted with soft gold stubble. He tossed his head, sending his hair away from his eyes and I blinked in stunned silence as I caught his icy gaze. He had eyes like nothing I’d ever seen before. They were a stunning blue. Practically glowing. And they made me clench my thighs together right there in the chair. Talk about bedroom eyes. I was ready to get it on with him just from his stare.
Dr. Green cleared his throat, causing me to break free of those eyes. I looked down at my feet, trying to regain my composure. Then, I stood. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Aw, kitten, it’s not that bad,” the sexy stranger said.
I glared at him. “My name isn’t kitten.”
“I like Kitten.” He shrugged. “My name’s Luka. You want to know where your room is or not?”
“Some welcoming committee,” I grumbled under my breath. I glanced over at Dr. Green, but he’d already left the office. I didn’t even notice him go. Apparently, I was no longer his issue.
“Fine. Tell me where I’m supposed to go.”
He lifted up an envelope. “In here you’ll find all you need to get started. Class schedule, room assignment, key card, PIN number, all of that.”
“Key card?”
