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And I do. I think of her kindness, coming to the Academy to save me, of how she accompanies me to class sometimes, of how she wants to kiss me every time. She is powerful and she will lift the spell cast on us so that we can return to our previous lives.
Only I’m not sure I want to…
But it doesn’t matter what I want. This is for the best. My thoughts even out, a calm lake without ripples. The topics we’re studying are unimportant, and when the teachers complain that I’ve lost focus, I can only shrug. None of this matters. I am exactly where I need to be.
However, the longer I sit in class, the more thoughts intrude, disturbing the waters. During Economics class, I find myself thinking of literary quotes and can’t shake the feeling that there was a girl who always got them. In Trigonometry, sudden fear grips my gut—but I can’t remember over who or what. In Music class, I sit at the piano and get a flash of Emrys on my bed, going down on me, so that I hit the wrong note, my body going hot.
And by the time Lit class rolls around, I can even remember a certain deal I seem to have made with Emrys and it gets my whole damn body clenching with anticipation. An insane plan.
A sexy plan.
And Mia.
She walks into the class and our gazes meet. She walks straight to me, puts her hand on my desk, leans in. “Keep fighting.”
Then she goes to take her seat two rows away.
Where her hand was, there is a folded piece of paper. I unfold it and stare.
‘These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume.’
Mia.
From Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. I told her these words at some point—on a hillock, with a bottle of booze in my hand and my heart on my sleeve. And then…
Fuck, I… I left her a message, I recall now.
And she replied in kind.
I smile even as the enchantment yanks on my magic, sending fire down my spine and my thoughts start to spiral, even as I lose control of my mind once more. She hasn’t given up on us.
I stuff the paper inside the book of the Tempest and close it. Don’t forget this, I tell myself, don’t forget it.
Mia…
But when I look up, Ophelia is at the door and the water closes over my head again, erasing everything.
