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“Stop playing around and get either to my class where you should be or back to your seat,” Darius snaps at me. Tobias nudges me, but I refuse to move.
“I can do one better,” I smirk, feeling my magic sing in my blood, morph and twist as it writhes through me, cold and chilling while also warm and tingling as I blend both sides of my magic, melding them into one.
ChapterTwenty-One
The air between my hands fizzles and zaps, electricity zapping between both as the air warps and I cast the sphere. I swallow, feeling how hard it is to maintain and hold on to. Tobias makes it look easy, like he casts regularly. But as hard as it is, I can feel my magic thriving, wanting to see how far it could push itself.
“Do you know why Vampiric-Fae casts are so dangerous?” I murmur.
“You're not Vampiric, though,” the demon laughs.
“You're right. Because I am so much more,” I tell them, and the sphere casting changes to flames, the forest Tobias created in my head now burning in my hands.
“But that isn't what I asked?” I tell the man who mocked me.
“What are you teaching now, Aleera?” Darius taunts behind me.
“Yes, teaching you all who you're fucking with,” I tell him. Darius shakes his head at me.
“And to answer my own question, since you idiots don't seem to know the answer, they compel your deepest fears and manipulate them into the cast,” I answer, making the sphere bigger.
I focus on everyone's auras, pulling on Kalen's magic across the room, their auras dark and shadowy, and I am shocked at how easy it is to pull on his magic since I had marked him. He gasps, and I glance at the aura tainting the demon men, each a distinct shadow of darkness with a different consistency.
“So my next question is, what do you fear most?” I chuckle, clenching my fingers into a fist before opening them. My magic flies out, the cast breaking apart and wrapping around them all like a dark cloud. Their chairs screech as I manipulate their auras, feeling for what they fear most. Watching as they scream and arms fly in the air. One in the front is terrified of spiders, and he claws at his clothes and tries to wipe them off.
Screams ring out through the room as others duck, fearing phoenixes they think are swooping down. It is oddly satisfying watching them scream and fear the images I had put in their heads.
They laughed.
Now they scream.
I chuckle at the coldness of the magic meddling with them and spewing out of me, magnifying, and intensifying it, latching onto their biggest fears and bringing them to life.
All of them suddenly plunged into their worst nightmare, and I smirk, feeling the angry ripple when the one covered in spiders sets himself on fire with his magic, the flames flying at the roof when Darius grabs me and shakes me.
“Drop it!” he snaps at me. Darius snarls furiously and goes to absorb my magic so I drop it before he has the chance. He glares at me, and the screams in the room die out.
“Are you trying to burn this fucking place to the ground?” he snarls at me. I glance at the Demons, who are all shaken. I smirk, my eyes flickering.
“Do you think this is funny?” Darius yells while his grip on my arms tighten and he shakes me.
“Fucking hilarious, as hilarious as they found me falling on my ass,” I sneer back at him, and he growls when I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. Tobias is helping some off the ground.
Darius growls and looks at Tobias, but the moment he turns his gaze away, my magic erupts again as I clamp my hands on his face.
"What is your greatest fear, Darius?” I ask him and he gasps, his hands clutching my hands.
“Aleera, No!” Kalen screams from behind me somewhere. But I am solely focused on Darius.
“What makes you shake in your fucking boots?" I spit at him as he gasps, while he becomes stuck in the cast I’ve drawn.
The sphere takes shape as I latch onto his fear, manipulating it and making him relive it. I see a room. It looks sterile, with lots of science equipment and steel tables. He is only a little boy, maybe only six years old, I watch as he runs over to a man tugging on the back of his white lab coat.
My breath lodges in my throat when the man turns around. I don't know who I expected to see, but it definitely isn’t him. The man turns, and I am suddenly staring up at a ghost, I’m staring at my father.
I blink, shocked, watching the cast when Darius roars, his grip tightening on my hands. I try to push the cast wanting to see more, trying to hold it over him. The room inside the cast catches on fire when Darius manipulates it himself and I am shoved back. My ass and lower back hit Tobias' desk, and I stare at him wide-eyed as he stalks toward me. His face is furious as he snarls. I flinch as he smashes me with his magic, sucking the oxygen out of the air and choking me.
“You want to play, little Fae, then let's see what you fear!” he snarls, reaching for me.
