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Imade my way to breakfast, a little too eager to see my hellhounds. I was excited to see Jack, and Bug. But then again, I didn’t want either of them knowing that I was willingly seeing them both. Was that even a problem if we weren’t really dating? Jack had kissed me and held my hand, but nothing was declared or anything. And Bug just wanted to take me on a picnic. Maybe it was just a friendly picnic, not a date.
I scoffed to myself. As if I was that naive.
But when I pushed my way into the dining hall, I found only Bug there, no sign of Creeper, Chumley, or Jack.
Dezikiel was already seated at the head of the table, and I went and sat between him and Bug.
“Hey, you seen the others?” I asked in a hushed tone as the other students chatted.
“Chumley is helping out with breakfast like he planned. Not sure about the other two,” Bug said, his eyes lighting up as he smiled at me.
“Jack and Creeper are running some errands for me. They’ll be back in a few days,” Dezikiel informed me, having overheard my question.
“Oh.”
“Did you sleep okay?” Bug asked gently.
I nodded, feeling a little guilty now.
I had been contemplating speaking with Jack about the picnic with Bug, but now I couldn’t do that. Would he be upset if he came back and found out I’d done it?
I tried to push the worries from my mind as the doors opened up and the keepers filed into the room.
Chumley was with them, sitting a few gourmet breakfast meals down on the table.
I instantly reached for the one with bacon, poached eggs, fried halloumi, roasted tomato, and Turkish bread.
Chumley returned a few more times with an array of lavish dishes, and Diane, Wayne, Flynn, and Dylan, all snatched up one of them.
Chumley joined us and simply grabbed a plate of bacon and eggs as we dug in.
“Damn, this is amazing, Chum,” I said through a mouthful.
The others all praised his dishes as well. Diane had some fancy looking salmon dish, it was slow cooked apparently with a special topping of seeds, nuts, and sauces.
Wayne had some delicious looking stuffed mushrooms, while Flynn had some specialty pancakes which he was wolfing down, and Dylan had some epic looking breakfast burrito.
He had really outdone himself with the different dishes, and when I asked why he didn’t eat one himself, he explained that each of them was a second run of the dish, and he’d taste-tested the first version of each to see what he needed to fix or if it was spot on.
It was Wednesday today, so we’d have joint classes for the day, and I was looking forward to my power training class after breakfast while everyone else worked out or whatever.
I’d finally been able to extinguish my hellfire without the help of my hellhounds, and Mr. Baron was going to start teaching me how to manipulate my hellfire.
I drew in a deep breath as I willed my hellfire to come to life in my hand. The wild flames burst to life, a ball of fire resting in the palm of my hand.
“Very good! Now, you need to focus, there are various ways you can manipulate your fire. The main ones that you should learn first, is how to throw it, and drag it back to you,” Mr. Baron said as he stood beside Chumley.
Bug was behind me, ready to draw in my hellfire if needed.
Maintaining the fire ball in my hand was difficult, but I’d practiced almost daily for weeks to move from my whole body exploding in flames to just my upper torso, then one arm, then just a ball in my hand. It was getting easier each time to do.
But throwing it? That wasn’t going to be easy.
Did I just toss it like a baseball?
Mr. Baron explained a method, informing me I had to will the fire to stay alive once it left my hand.
