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“Teagan Osborn, sir,” I answer. “The runes on the body, how do they work? Do you touch it like a button? Or would the holder of the rune call upon it like a magic spell?”
“Very good question, Miss Osborn. It would be the latter. And to answer the next question I can see percolating in that head of yours, yes, the holder, as you called him or her, can add more runes to their body.”
“What makes you so curious all of a sudden about runes,” Evie asks.
I smirk and shift my gaze to hers. “Let’s just say I met a monster whose body looked like roadmap of runes.”
Her eyes widen and she smiles. “Let’s find him and see if we can make this roadmap of yours work!”
Next class is the extreme physical ed class. I could use the extracurricular activity. The beastly man may have frightened me in the first moments of hesitation, but assuming I see him again, I plan to find out how to play the runes on his body.
CHAPTER3
“Welcometo your first day of Hell.” Professor Peter Puddlemoan stands before the class with the appearance of an average middle-aged, balding, phys-ed teacher. However, the man has the personality of Captain I-Hate-Everybody. I can imagine he was hot back in his day, but now, eww, fuck no. He’s like a tall, hairy glass of milk. Muscles and stuff, but under all the strength is nothing more than fried chicken and lots of beer.
“I don’t care if you’re a warrior in training or a sparkly unicorn that will impale their enemy. Today, you’ll stand before your enemy and defend yourself.” Professor Puddlemoan paces the floor and takes in the adults around him.
The warriors he spoke of stand a bit taller and try to push their chest out like a bird putting out its mating call.
I end up coughing through a giggle.
“What are you doing,” Evie asks.
“I can’t help it. They look like a bunch of greater sage-grouse birds.” I push out my chest and pull my arms back and make a soft ‘caw-caw’ sound.
Evie covers her mouth, trying not to laugh and I grab her wrist.
“Shh,” I almost exclaim.
“I picture peacocks strutting around.” Evie moves her bottom side to side as if she were said bird.
I grin, and when I see Professor Puddlemoan approach, I clear my throat. Evie continues to prance around and I elbow her… hard.
“Ow,” she hisses, then gasps when the professor stands in her space.
“I see we have our first volunteer,” he says in an almost snarl. As he stares at Evie, my chest tightens and I feel my stomach tighten in knots.
“Osborn,” he calls out between gritted teeth.
Fucking hell.
“Sir,” I return as a question.
He snaps his gaze to mine and lifts a brow. “Center of the ring. Now.”
“Umm,” I stutter and side step into the person next to me.
“Get off,” she grits out with a shove.
I stumble forward and Evie catches me before I land on my backside. I then whirl around and find the one person in this academy I absolutely cannot stand.Dafni Frangidi. Fellow necromancer, she’s had it out for me since I stepped foot inside Blackthorn, and I’ve never understood why.
She stands, sneering in satisfaction at her attempt of making me look like a fool.
I should take the higher road and ignore her. Instead, I consider, just for a moment, what it would feel like to shove her head in a toilet while it flushes.
“Don’t touch me again, freak.” Before I can stop her, Dafni has her hands on me again and I feel myself being propelled forward.
“Dafni Frangidi,” Professor Puddlemoan groans. “Don’t treat your fellow classmates with such hate. Save it for the ring instead.”
