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There’s very little this demon headmaster could do to me that Malachi hasn’t already done.
“Answer truthfully,” he asks, cold eyes peering so deep I’m certain he can see the angel beneath the glamour. “Did you intentionally use a ridiculous amount of magic to get our attention?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Another half-smile as his pupils dilate. “And did you do that for the sole purpose of gaining entry into Blackwood University?”
I don’t even try to hold this one back. “Do you always look at new students like you’re going to eat them?”
Another chuff of laughter, but he retreats, sitting behind his desk and snapping his newspaper out.
Does that mean I passed his little test?
“This isn’t a mundane university, Ms. Collins. There are no rules against student-faculty relations. So I’d watch those double entendres if I were you. Now, enough evading. Were you trying to get my attention?”
I stare at the newspaper, estimating where those cold demon eyes might be on the other side. “I was.”
He stays silent, slowly lowering the paper.
The cat, now absent of tentacles and bored with this, loudly grooms his paw.
The weight of the demon’s scrutiny draws my eyes back to his. His gaze stays on me, far longer than is socially acceptable in this realm or any other I’m aware of. His attention has weight, has a physicality I’m not overly fond of.
It makes me itch.
Makes me want to simultaneously rip my skin off and pull his eyes out just to be rid of the sensation.
Can he see?
Does he know what’s hiding under all these carefully crafted contrivances?
I bite my cheek to keep my mouth from saying it.
You just brought an angel into your demon school, dummy.
I knew going in that my brain would never let me keep a secret this big for long.
But I didn’t think I’d need to draw blood twice only minutes in. The pain and warm metal as a distraction is the best I can do.
The cat stops licking its toes and stares directly into my soul.
Does he know?
Am I about to get caught by a godsdamned orange cat?
The headmaster nods. “Good. We have enough floundering new blood roaming the halls. It’s time we had some self-starters.”
He turns in his seat, grabs a tablet from a drawer, and thrusts it toward me. “Your password is your birthday. Change it. You’llfind everything you need there, including your room assignment and class schedule.”
I take the tablet and clutch it against me, too stunned to move. Is that it?
Am I in?
“You’ve been placed with the second-year students. Don’t make me regret advancing you.”
Second year. Guess the demon magic bomb Sera and I made was so powerful I get to skip a grade.
“Go on, Ms. Collins. I have other matters to attend to.”
