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Masters sighs and looks at the ceiling. “Mr. Yorke is merely practicing his battle magic. Since that is what this class is for, I see no reason to stop him.”
My mouth drops open. Hardin’s magic means he gets to just beat the shit out of people? “However, if you kill him, Mr. Yorke, there will be consequences.”
“I hear you loud and clear, Professor M.” Hardin’s lip ring glints as he grins down at Gabe, who now looks like he’s having trouble breathing. “I won’t kill him.” Gabe lets out a gasping scream as his shirt splits open and deep cuts appear on his chest, seemingly out of nowhere.
Holy shit. Holy shit.Ho. Lee. Shit.
I never… I didn’t realize just exactly what Hardin’s magic meant he could do. Even readingThe Basics of Witchcraftdidn’t give me a clear idea, but this is… this is gruesome. I don’t like Gabe. I could even say I hate him, he tried to rape me. He’s bullied me for months. He’s an awful, awful person.
But I don’t want Hardin to turn himself into a monster over Gabe fucking Verver.
No one else seems to be inclined to do anything. Fielder is watching with one arm propped up, his pointer finger pressed over his lips, like this is just normal and he’s more deep in thought than concerned about what’s happening in front of him. Gideon has his fists clenched by his sides like he wishes he could be the one pounding Gabe’s face.
Ezra’s brow is furrowed, his arms crossed over his chest. The closest to concern I can tell. Even Morgan looks bored.
I can’t let him keep doing this. I just can’t. Maybe that makes me weak or something, but I don’t have the stomach for torture.
“Hardin,” I whisper, stepping forward, trying to get his attention. I know I’m not loud enough, not for him to hear me over the sounds that Gabe’s making, but Ezra hears me. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into him, closer to the gory scene in front of me.
“Don’t get too close, Ro. He doesn’t always think clearly when he’s like this.” I turn wide eyes toward him, but Ezra’s still grimly watching Hardin. I look back and wince as a cut appears on Gabe’s face, stretching from his eyebrow to his mouth.
“Hardin,” I say again, louder and this time he does hear me. His blue eyes find mine and whatever he sees on my face has him pausing. But just in case he’s not done yet, I say, “stop. Please. He’s not fucking worth it.”
Ezra’s fingers tighten on my hip. Hardin’s eyes scan over me again and then he’s turning back to Gabe, his fingers tangling in his hair, to pull his head off the ground and twist so that Gabe’s looking at me. “You see that girl? That fucking perfect creature? She just saved you a whole lot of fucking pain, so you’re going to show your gratitude to her by never fucking talking to or about her again. Is that fucking clear?”
Gabe lets out a pained, “yes,” and then Hardin climbs off him, heading straight for me. He hooks a hand around my neck and drags me forward, slamming his mouth against mine. It’s a possessive and fierce kiss, nothing like his normal teasing kisses, but still fucking great.
My fingers curl into his jacket, pulling him tight against me, and he groans into my mouth. Thrusting his hips forward against me. I nearly stumble back at the force of it, but Ezra’s there, bracing me against his chest, his hands cupping my elbows. My ass grinds against his cock, not the least bit surprised when I feel it harden, matching the hardness pressing into my belly.
Ezra’s lips press into my neck, trailing kisses.
I moan. I can’t help it.
“Jesus, this is fucking disgusting. Can we please get back to business?” Morgan tries to sound like her normal bitchy self, but there’s hurt in her tone.
Hardin pulls back, his flirty grin back on his face. “Sorry about that, love. Sometimes I need an outlet after pulling back on my magic.”
I swallow hard and Ezra’s hands slide from my elbows down to my hips, holding me steady. “That’s fine. I-I think you can kiss me like that anytime you’d like to, Hardin.” He smirks at me, kisses the tip of my nose and then turns back to the situation at hand.
It’s only then that I realize that I’d moaned in front of all these people while grinding my ass against Ezra and letting Hardin grind his dick against me.
I’m pretty sure I turn the color of a fire truck. But no one is looking at me, so I try to not let it bother me too much. I’m not sure I’m successful.
Gabe is climbing to his feet, helped by one of the other guys in their group. I’m relieved to see that the cuts created by Hardin’s magic have healed completely, but his nose is still bleeding.
Morgan looks back at Fielder. “Meeting tonight. Heirs only. Eleven.” Fielder gives a sharp nod, giving his assent, and then Morgan looks back at me. “Just a tip, trailer park. If you don’t want people to call you a slut, maybe don’t act like one.”
I arch a brow at her, and consider denying that I’ve had sex with any of them. But that’s really not any of her business, anyway. “There’s nothing wrong with liking sex, Morgan. And there’s nothing wrong with having multiple partners, so long as everyone’s on the same page. Besides, I’m not the one who has to fuck in the shared bathrooms in order to get off.”
Hardin chuckles, because he knows I’m talking about the time last quarter I caught them doing that. Which now that I think about it. Why was he hooking up with Morgan? According to what they’d told me in London, they’d been working to keep me safe this whole time. How is having sex with her that?
He glances over his shoulder at me, like he can feel my eyes on him and whatever he sees must give him pause, because the smile fades from his lips and his brows lower.
Morgan scoffs. “Fuck off, bitch.”
“Real original insult.” I turn my back on her, heading back to my bag and the book I’d left on the table. She makes some kind of outraged choking sound as I do. The worst thing someone can do to Morgan Bettencourt is ignore her.
“Show me what you did again.” I roll my eyes but carefully pick up my sharpie and draw the Rune for fire on my wrist, replace the cap and then snap my fingers. Fire blazes to life.
