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“You’re a sneaky little Nightmare, aren’t you?” Professor Blackbird praises with a proud grin. Leaning forward, he can’t hide that excited glint in his expression. “Show the goods, and I’ll make sure you don’t get homework for a week.”
A nice bargain, but…
“What if you’re not my professor?” I offer the obvious possibility.
“I’ll make it happen,” he vows.
“Daemon,” Professor North groans. “We have no control over that.”
“Ignore him,” Professor Blackbird brushes him away. “Anything else, Princess?”
“I like Nightmare better,” I note and gesture to Blair. “She doesn’t get homework, either, and we have a deal.”
“You may last a bit at N.M.U. if you act the way you have this entire trial, Miss Guinevere,” he praises, then leans in to whisper, “Or should I refer to you asOphelia?”
Shivering inducing, panting wetting voice activated.
“I’m gonna murder you,” Professor North snarls as he tugs Professor Blackbird away from me. “Either present your exchange or accept your loss, Miss Guinevere.”
“I don’t like losing,” I admit and slide my hand into my left pocket.
With their attention still on me, I pull my hand out and open it up to reveal a single red rose. A few of its petals fall in the palm of my hand, but the shape of the delicate piece is evident.
The two looked completely shocked while Blair gawks at me in disbelief.
“W-Wait. They said we shouldn’t touch the roses,” she reminds me. “Ophelia? How did you do that?”
“They did say we shouldn’t touch the roses,” I begin while my eyes look past Professor North and Professor Blackbird to see a woman in a golden cloak approach us.
As if sensing the shift in the air, their attention shifts to acknowledge the woman with pale white skin, sapphire curly locks, and burning orange eyes. She’s taller than both professors, standing at 6’8” in height. It leaves me to wonder if she has Nephalem traits or potentially a Nephilim God since the majority of them are extremely tall.
She stands there in wait, and I realize she wants me to finish what I was saying.
“Not to touch the roses of the ivory bushes,” I express, though my eyes are on our new guest. “No one said we couldn’t touch the roses along the fountain’s vines.”
The woman proceeds to raise her hands.
To applaud my declaration.
“It’s surprising that it’s been ten years since another student figured that out,” the woman announces and gives a blissful smile that lightens her entire face. “Isn’t that right, Orpheus? You were the last student to figure that out with Daemon as your partner, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Headmaster Atlas,” he tries to hide his displeasure with the admission and quickly adds, “And it’s Professor North.”
“Yes, yes.” She seems only more pleased with his backhanded comment. Her sunset eyes land back on me. “I did have my hopes up when I looked at the list of attendees to see your name on the list, Miss Guinevere, but your performance was an intriguing watch for myself and the Nephilim and Malevolence Elders. It was enough that they wished for me to personally accept you and Miss Lysander into the university firsthand.”
Wow. Wasn’t expecting that.
“Surely there’s been other students who’ve shown similar potential and performance,” I voice in an attempt to bring down the level of praise we’re getting. I didn’t think it was a brilliant performance of that sort.
We were just trying to survive.
“Interesting enough, there hasn’t yet,” she announces. “You two are the first and fastest time of this year’s students.”
“No one else has made it to the gates yet?” Blair questions in surprise as we share a look.
I hope Azrael makes it.
“Not yet,” she confesses. “Many are still in the Valley of Shadows. I’m positive it’ll take them another hour or two before they reach the fountain.”
