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My blood resurrected a long-dead vampire tonight.The thought of that much power belonging to me makes my skin go cold with dread. I sip the vodka to chase the sensation away.
“What happened to your skirt?” Laila points at the stain.
“I cut my hand,” I say. “It’s okay. It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“Here.” She swipes a hand over the fabric, and the stain disappears. “A little reversal magic works wonders on dirty clothes.”
I stare. “So does no one in this castle need to do laundry?”
She laughs. “It works on stains but not BO.”
“Ah, noted.”
“You can totally tell when someone’s doing it too much.” She wrinkles her nose. “So, how was your first day?”
I down the rest of my drink before answering. I’m burning to tell her about Cyrus, but I can’t. Even though I’m new to aura politics, I know enough to understand things are seriously complicated right now. Telling anyone about his existence is basically signing his death warrant. I’m in over my head, obviously, but I can’t live with Cyrus’s death on my conscience either.
But I also miss having a friend to talk to. I miss Carrie.
“It has been the weirdest day of my life,” I say and leave it at that.
Twenty
I’m floating.
My body is perfectly cushioned by the air. Every muscle tingles, and the sensation spreads out to my fingertips.
“You are so beautiful,” Cyrus murmurs. His voice shifts, grows deeper into a growl. “And you taste so good.”
He plunges his fangs into my neck, and I drift up to the ceiling, raised by my own euphoria. I whisper his name. The air around me tastes like honey.
Then he’s cradling my head against his chest. “It’s dangerous for you to come here,” he says.
“And yet I keep returning for more.” I reach out and touch his cheek, smiling at his chiselled face. I’ve never known a boy to look like a work of art. “You’re addictive.”
His smile is sheepish and shy, suddenly boyish.
“What is this new world like, Kira?” he asks.
I’m about to tell him when something hits my shoulder. I sit up, rubbing the flesh where it smarts. “Hey,” I mutter.
Another slap, right on my upper arm.
“Kira!”
Cyrus’s voice sounds wrong. The pitch is different, higher…
And my eyes blink open.
“Wake the fuck up.” Laila slaps me heartily on the arm. “ You’re going to miss breakfast.”
“Oi, my eyes are open! I’m obviously awake.”
She slaps me again. “One more for good measure.”
I throw the cover back. “This school is the worst.” I grab the alarm clock by my bed. “Six thirty. Are you serious?”
Laila smirks. “Not a morning person, then?”
