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“Ashton,” I gasp, wrenching myself away from Jason.
The vampire boy is standing at my door, all tousled black hair and chiseled features. There’s heat in his gray eyes. “There you are,” he says. “I see Jason found you.”
“Ah. Yes. Definitely. He found me.” I clear my throat. My mouth and chin are burning from Jason’s fine stubble and his kisses.
Jason licks his lips, blinks slowly. His eyes are still dark, the pupils blown wide. He reaches for me again. “Ash. Your timing fucking sucks, man.”
“Yeah, it looks like I keep interrupting.” His eyes rove over me and he doesn’t look angry or sorry. He looks… hungry.
I shiver. “What are you doing here? Been looking for me, too?”
I say it flippantly, but he gives a grave nod, his eyes never leaving me. “We have all been looking for you.”
“Why?”
He finally looks away. “Tell her, Jason.”
“Tell me what?” I mutter.
“We need a witch,” Jason says.
I blink at him. “What? What for?”
He runs a hand through his blond hair. “Sindri said a witch could help deal with these magic surges and help us solve the problem.”
It’s hard to wrap my head around this. “So you went to talk to Miss Worthy to ask her… what for, exactly?”
“To keep you here, at the Academy,” Jason says.
“Because you need a witch,” I whisper.
“Yes.”
“You think I’ll help you. Because I’m a witch.”
“… Well, yes. Aren’t you?” He blinks those pretty eyes. I think I might lose it.
So that’s why Jason is here, why the four of them went to ask about me at the office, why… Why he kissed me.
Why did he kiss me?
Hurt turns to anger. Anger clears my head. “Yes, of course I’m a witch,” I lie. “I’m an Apollinari, after all. It’s in my blood.”
Relief floods Jason’s gaze. “Right! And will you help us?”
Is it a werewolf thing, to be so oblivious?
All the while, Ashton watches, his gray eyes betraying nothing. Did he interrupt us on purpose? Was it to hurt me, by revealing the reason for Jason’s visit? Was it to stop it from going further? What is he thinking?
“If you consider my debt to you repaid, Jax,” I say, turning away from those impenetrable gray eyes, “if I don’t owe you anymore, then perhaps.”
Jason nods, frowning. “Of course you don’t owe me. Mia—”
“Then I’ll help you,” I say. “Sure.”
Even if it feels like my heart is about to break. It makes no sense. I don’t even like these boys. Stupid asshats. Bullies and manipulators.
… Yeah, it seems my heart doesn’t know the difference.
