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“Second… let me figure out how… to work my body again… and I swear… I’m killing your dad.”
The way he fights not to smirk gives me the push to get to my third point.
“Three… I… Ophelia… Minerva… Guinevere, love the shit… out of you,” I declare the best I can between pants. “So I don’t… give a shit… what you look like. Be a sexy, tatted fae warrior for all I give a damn. You… are… mine!”
I say that with every bit of air out of my chest.
“And… I feel like I’ll die again,” I groan and go limp because I can’t seem to catch my breath fast enough.
“Shit,” Asher curses. “P-Professor North. Professor Blackbird.”
“Wait. I thought you two said you can’t interfere,” I hear Blair’s voice. I’m glad she’s okay and here.
“Bonus,” is all I hear from Professor Blackbird before a hand presses upon my chest.
Followed by the feel of chilled lips pressing firmly on mine.
I hear Blair gasp while Azrael mutters, “Um… is that allowed?”
“I don’t think Professor Blackbird cares if you ask me,” Hades speaks up.
“But won’t they get in trouble for interfering?” Kali whispers.
“Bonus.” Professor North speaks up. “He’s simply giving her magical CPR.”
Magical CPR, my foot…
Truthfully, I can’t complain because my body goes from freezing to blossoming with warmth.
When he releases my lips, my body feels as though it can function, even though my arms seem to be the only thing prickling with numbness.
“Miss Guinevere? How do you feel?” Professor Blackbird asks.
“If you speak like Professor North, I’ll voluntarily die again,” I croak but manage to open my heavy eyelids. “Aside from my arms feeling like prickling weights, I can actually breathe.”
I watch him smile as those moonstone-colored eyes dance with color until they still on a sapphire shade with hints of mellow pink and dark orange. I’m not sure why all the colors resonate, but I feel as if he’s sad and relieved to see his student didn’t perish.
“Don’t be sad,” I whisper. “I’m good. I’d give a peace sign, but arms aren’t cooperating still.”
“That’s gonna take a few minutes,” he assures me. “Ophira accidentally broke your bones.”
Lovely.
“Hisssss.” The golden viper in question is running her little body along my face after seemingly moving out of my wet locks.
“No one is going to move the snake that almost killed her?” Kali questions.
“She didn’t try to kill her intentionally, Kali,” Blair argues. “If Ophira hadn’t cocooned Ophelia, she would have drowned. There’s a higher possibility of survival bringing someone back to life when their lungs aren’t completely filled with water.”
“And Professor Blackbird can heal broken bones,” Azrael notes the obvious observation. “We should be grateful Ophelia is alive. That we’re all still breathing.”
“Not for long if we don’t get moving,” Hades warns.
I want to look their way, but my focus is back on Asher.
“Asher Heathcliff,” I huff in annoyance at his obvious slowness. He looks like a deer in headlights looking back at me, but I pout my lips and try my best to look as annoyed as possible.
Professor North sighs.
