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He’s normally a little bit more uptight. Not Jasper level, but definitely Eirik’s match.
“I think that’s a compliment,” Necos says, and I blush, having forgotten that he can hear my thoughts. Ryes blocks me from the world, but not from our mating circle. It’s kind of sweet because they know everything without me needing to verbalise it, but sometimes I would like to keep something to myself. “Because I love Jazz just as much as the next person does—”
“Which is sadly not a lot.”
“You’re right. Earth witches suck. It’s just a fact of life.”
“Not you, too!”
“I can’t deny the truth,” he says, shrugging without a care in the world. “Now, how flexible are you?”
“Um, I’m not sure…?” I phrase it like a question, my tone rising at the end as I trail off, because I don’t think we’re thinking the same thing at all.
It’s not like I can do the splits. Or even a handstand probably. But I can do lunges.
Lunges are for flexible people, right?
His nose wrinkles in amusement, but he doesn’t say anything about my thoughts. “Your schedule, Zoe. I’m here to fight for you, but I need to know how far I can go.”
“I’m so sick of my schedule being altered,” I say, clutching at my hair in panic. “I don’t have a stable routine. It changes every month. I get the hang of it, then bam, I’m useless and it needs altered.”
He storms around the table, crouching in front of me, time having slowed outside our little bubble even further.
He takes my hands in his, and I look down at him under my eyelashes.
“You arenotuseless, Elzora,” he says, his tone soft and gentle. That somehow makes it more impactful than it would have if he were talking to me loudly. “You are special. You’re a threat to this institution, and they want to put you in a box and figure out how to control you. I will not allow that to happen. Not to you.”
Unsaid words are in his mind.Not again.
Because that already happened when they put the binding spell on me as a baby. When they locked my magicae from me and denied me years to harness my gift—years that could save me right now.
When they took from me what was not theirs to take.
“I’d lodge a complaint, but you’re the only one who can see your ghostly grandma, and I don’t think she’ll be able to give me a convincing apology through you.”
I wipe my eyes, frustrated with myself for crying.
“You’re empathic. It’s a good trait to have,” he says, not caring about my upset. “Now, I think Headmaster Whisperfelt has suffered enough, don’t you?”
“I do,” I reply with a firm nod. My hair bounces around my face, the loose curls tickling the tops of my ears. “I know Ryes hates him with a passion, and I understand why now that I’ve gotten a solid feel on his soul…”
“But you can’t stomach sitting here watching me torture a man.”
Necos’s finishing of my sentence causes a shiver to race down my spine. I shake my head extremely fast, and he gives a grim smile as he rises to his feet.
“I’d like to say that it’s only decorative, but no, he’s currently the age of a 95 year old human. He’s probably got all sorts of diseases, and it’s a good thing I slowed time enough or he might’ve died whilst we chatted.”
I gape at him, my jaw nearly hitting the floor with how low it’s gone, and he winks as he grabs Headmaster Whisperfelt’s hand and reverses the effects.
“Now you know how far I’ll go,” Necos says, and Headmaster Whisperfelt nods. He’s angry, sure, but he’s mostly humiliated.
He’s refusing to look my way, instead, directing his energy towards Necos.
“We’ll come back to you with our decision tonight about whether she’s going to be leaving your shitty school, or whether she’ll be here utilisingevery single resource she wants. You don’t want me to get King Etonik to liaison this for me, do you? She is his son’s mate after all.”
“That will not be necessary, Bellen,” Headmaster Whisperfelt replies, having gone deathly pale at the mention of King Farglory.
At Necos’s encouragement, I open a portal and walk through it. I pause for a few before Necos follows.
