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“Don’t.”
I don’t know what I’m asking for; my mind is a whirlwind. Seeing him with Genie, I went to the worst-case scenario in my head and now I can’t shake it. I need a minute.
With a sigh, he seems to accept that for the time being as he slouches back in the chair and Figgins begins talking. I instantly drown her out, acutely aware of just how close Eldon is, but more so, how fucking mad I am.
Now that the moment has passed, I can see and almost understand that he did as she asked, moved in close, to lead her into a false sense of security. Or I assume so, at least. But the jealousy that zings through me is unrelenting and I can’t fucking shake it.
My hands clench in my lap. I haven’t even pulled out my things so I can keep track of what the professor is talking about, but I don’t care enough to rectify it.
Minute after minute ticks by but the tension doesn’t ease up and I feel like my brain is going to explode if I don’t find some kind of release for it. I want to kick, punch, scream, and tear this damn place to the ground. With or without people in it.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I try to take a calming breath, but it’s futile. I know I’m overreacting, but that doesn’t make the feelings any less real. I need an outlet, something to channel, but fuck, if I open my mouth now, I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
With every beat of my heart, the same word repeats.
Mine.
Jealously can’t look good on me. It certainly doesn’t feel it, that’s for sure. It’s turning me into a raging lunatic.
I need to get out of here.
I ping my eyes open as I sit up straight in my seat, ready to push away from the table and do just that when Eldon’s arm stretches across my chest, holding me in place.
“I need to go,” I bite under my breath, not really caring if anyone hears, and Eldon shakes his head at me. Which only makes me madder.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“You don’t get to—”
He ignores me, glancing behind us and making me frown at the dismissal. “Creed. I want no movement, no eyes, and no hearing. All senses gone except one,” he nods, but I don’t understand what’s going on. I’m too fucking mad.
Spinning to face Creed, I glare at him. “Don’t youdareleave me helpless like that,” I grind out, earning my name as a snarl on Professor Figgins’s lips, but when I turn to tell her to go fuck herself, I find her in her seat with her head down and eyes closed.
“Who said anything about you, Little Bird?”
I turn to face Eldon, confused as hell, as he cocks a knowing brow at me. Glancing around the room, I notice that every student in the room has the exact same posture except the Bishops. Everyone else is… under Creed’s magic?
“I don’t understand,” I reluctantly grumble, my temper unwavering as he slowly removes his arm from across me.
“I’m not going to lie, Raven, jealousy looks hot as fuck on you.”
My eyes narrow.
“I’m not jealous,” I lie, and he has the audacity to chuckle at me.
“If you say so. Want me to go and sit beside Genie for the rest of the class?” he offers, and I snarl.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Sighing, I fold my arms over my chest. “I need to go.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.” Why do I have to explain myself to him right now?
“I can feel the tension and anger coming off you in waves, Raven. Tell me what you need.”
