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“Yeah,” I say. “I’d love to earn that pass.”
“I get it,” she says.
My brow furrows. “How come you’re not telling me not to go after it or that I’ll never survive or some bullshit?”
She laughs. “Would you listen if I did?”
“No,” I say.
“There you go,” she says.
“So you’re a mage?” I ask.
“Born and raised in the Underworld, lucky me,” she says.
“What’s a mage, exactly?” I ask.
“We’re nearly human,” she says. “But we’re born with inherent magic. Rooted in the elements. Personally, I have an affinity for air. So I’m great with anything involving movement. Like the summoning spell I just did. I started using magic to get the cookies off the top shelf when I was a toddler.”
I laugh as I imagine what that would look like. “It must be fun to have magic.”
“You do too,” she says. “Most of the angels I know have some pretty serious skills.”
“How many of them are half human?” I ask.
She’s quiet for a moment as if she’s really thinking about my question. “Honestly, you might be the first one I’ve met.”
“Harper, your turn,” Adrian calls.
“Well, I guess I’m about to find out if half angels can do any magic,” I say.
“Good luck,” she says.
As I walk toward the man who, turns out, is a professor, butterflies fill my stomach. I don’t want to feel anything other than pissed at him, but my body betrays me with every step. Why is he so frustrating?
I stop in front of him and cross my arms over my chest. “Professor? You didn’t think you should bother to tell me?”
“We’re all just pawns in someone else’s game,” he says.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
He shrugs, then shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not calling you Professor,” I say.
“I didn’t say you should,” he says.
“And why the hell is a professor staying in the student dorm?” I ask.
“I told you, the prince wants me to look after you. Not my choice,” he says. He looks annoyed by my questions, but between the two of us, I’m the one who should be annoyed.
“You know, I didn’t stand by while someone killed any of your friends,” I say. “Or walk in onyounaked.”
He leans in closer to me so I can feel his warm breath against my cheek. I catch a smoky, masculine scent that makes my breath hitch.
“Maybe your friends aren’t dead,” he says. “You have discovered that magic exists at this point, I hope.”
I tense and look up at him, my brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
