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Hardin’s fingers tighten on my waist, prompting me to back him up. I force my lips to curl into a grin and then shake my head. “You guys really are too easy.”
They all relax, though Fielder’s eyes are sharp on mine as he tilts his head slightly. “So Hardin called the fire magic.” It’s not really a question, more of a statement, like he does so well.
I nod anyway. But my eyes flick back down to the runes on my skin. We’d all seen the ink come back. “You fucking asshole,” Gideon growls, and he sounds really angry. I hope he knows we’re lying right now. It wasn’t a prank.
I can’t tell if they believe Hardin or not, but I want Professor Masters to go away so we can talk about it more. I can’t believe that someone somewhere didn’t stumble on this on accident just like I did. If that is the case, then why weren’t more witches aware of this?
“You know better than to cast magic before the wards are up, Mr. Yorke.”
Hardin lifts a shoulder and shakes his head. “I couldn’t resist.”
“It won’t happen again, Masters,” Fielder says, his eyes still on me. It’s a clear dismissal of the teacher and he grumbles and wanders away.
“You shouldn’t play along with Hardin’s pranks, Ro,” Ezra chastises me, but he pulls my hand away from Gideon and brushes his lips over my palm, so it’s a very gentle chastisement.
I open my mouth to deny it, but he gives a subtle shake of his head, his lips trailing up to the runes. He kisses each one softly, while Hardin’s lips find my ear. “Later, love.” His voice is a low whisper, and tingles spread over the back of my neck and head.
Gideon is still thinking, his brow furrowed.
“Well, this is truly sickening,” Morgan’s pissy voice comes from nearby.
All the men around me tense, like they’re readying for a fight and my body responds in kind, even though I know for a fact Morgan could kick my ass using her magic, particularly her ability to call lightning, the element associated with Cup and Moon. Yeah, she could kill me real easy if she wanted.
Or at least she could if Feilder hadn’t already erected an air shield around me. I can feel the pleasant tingles of his magic as it settles against my skin. Pretty sure he didn’t bother doing that with any of the other guys.
“You have something to say, Morgan?” Gideon asks, slipping in front of me. I roll my eyes because now I just have to shift to the left to see her. Hardin moves with me, keeping his body pressed against my back. “You must if you’re here, because your independent study class is this afternoon.”
Morgan shifts her weight to one foot, popping her hip out and then looks at her nails while Gabe and Julie and a few other people I don’t recognize move up behind her. “We need to have a meeting.” Her gaze flicks to me and then away. “Of the Heirs.”
I push my lower lip out and feign sadness. “Does that mean I’m not invited, Morgan? Wow. That really stings.”
“We have one scheduled for three weeks from now. That is soon enough.” Fielder turns away from her, giving her his back, but she grabs his arm to keep him from moving. I shift forward, ready to step between them and tell her to back the fuck off, but Hardin chuckles and tugs me back against him. His lips find my ear again.
“He’s got it handled, love. He won’t fuck up like Gideon.” This he says loud enough for the man in question to hear. Gideon glares over his shoulder at him, and I know Hardin is giving him a shit-eating grin back, even if I can’t see it.
But he’s right. Fielder looks down at Morgan’s hand on him, and a second later, it’s thrown off, forced away by his magic. Morgan snatches her hand back, tries to make it look like she’d made the choice to remove her hand herself. But we all know the truth.
Her eyes flick to me again, and she takes a step closer to him, but doesn’t touch him again. Then she murmurs something so low that I can hear it, but whatever it is, Fielder tenses, his back straightening, and he glances over his shoulder right at me.
Well, fuck. That can’t be good.
“What exactly did he say?” he bites out.
Morgan smirks up at him. “If you want to find out, you’ll have to come to the meeting, won’t you? Tonight. Leave your little slut at home.”
Gideon grumbles something, and Ezra shifts, his fist clenching.
Morgan’s gaze flicks to me again, and Gabe laughs. “What? All four of you fuck her, right? You can’t deny that makes her a little slutty.” His eyes scrape over me and I can’t help the shudder that works its way over my body. “Especially after the way she came onto me in the woods on Halloween, you should have heard her-”
He doesn’t get the chance to say anything else because Hardin moves so quickly I hardly even feel him leave me. One second Gabe’s talking, smirking at me and the next he’s on the ground, Hardin crouched on his chest, his knees pressing Gabe’s arms into the tiled floor. Blood is pouring from Gabe’s nose already and I’m pretty sure it’s only been about two seconds. Hardin’s fist is a blur as he pounds it into Gabe’s face.
He pauses in his assault and leans down until his face is inches away from Gabe’s. “Say it again, you fucking cunt. Tell me again how my girlfriend’s a slut. How you tried to rape her. Fucking say it.”
“Professor Masters!” Julie squeals and I look over at the teacher, who is lounging at his desk, hands clasped behind his head.
“Yes, Miss Colms?”
“Do something! Hardin’s going to kill him.”
