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“Nobody else seems to think I even have a shot at it,” I say. “So why not let me ruin my chances now?”
“If anyone has a chance at beating Liam Drake, it’s you,” he says. “I’ve never seen anyone like you. The other non-demons hide in the shadows. They blend in, they roll over. They don’t fight back.”
“I blend in,” I say without thinking. It’s what I’ve been trying to do at least. Stay the course, don’t rock the boat.
He laughs. “You couldn’t blend in if you tried.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“It’s not an insult,” he says. “It’s part of what makes you so fascinating. It’s like you have this fire about you that glows brighter whenever you’re challenged. It’s sexy as hell and crazy intimidating at the same time.”
I can’t help but smile. “Thanks, I think.”
Did I just see a nice moment from Damon? I’m not sure what to think of that side of him. It’s possible that deep, deep down, there’s a good guy in there. Or not. I’ve made very poor judgement calls on men in the past. There’s no reason to expect me to start making good choices now.
He walks toward the sink and grabs a bucket and a couple of rags. “For what it’s worth, I think you would have totally kicked her ass.”
I laugh as I grab a rag from him.
We make fast work of cleaning the mess, finishing just in time for the bell. Thankfully, this was my only class today because I’m in desperate need of a shower.
“Want me to walk you back to your room?” Damon asks.
“No, thanks.” I wave to him as I head to the door, not sure I trust myself to keep resisting him if I look back.
The hallway is blissfully empty outside our classroom, which means the other students left from here. I don’t question where they went or where they put their jars of potion. I’m just grateful I don’t have to walk through them all to get to the main hall.
A few people raise eyebrows as I pass, but most of the people in the hallway are too focused on themselves to worry about anyone else.
Finally, I’m back in my hall and can see my door.
And of course, Adrian’s door opens before I reach mine. He steps out into the hall, still in his bathrobe.
“Boycotting clothes today?” I ask.
“Better than wearing my homework on myself,” he says. “Is that some kind of protest?”
“No, just good old fashioned bullying,” I say. “Hey, you should be thrilled. By tomorrow, I’ll have been here four weeks and you can stop babysitting me.”
He frowns for a moment, then nods. “You’re right. I won’t have to worry so much about keeping you alive.”
“Good talk,” I say as I slide my key into my door.
“Hey, Harper,” he says.
I turn to look at him. “Yeah?”
“You’ll want to wash that off with lemon juice or you’ll never get the smell out.” He turns and walks back into his room, closing his door behind him.
“Lemon juice, right,” I say. “Thanks for that.”
Surprisingly, there’s a huge bottle of lemon juice in the fridge in the kitchen. I wonder what else it’s used for. Must be a magic school thing.
I take the lemon juice with me into the shower and pour it into my hands, rubbing it all over my face and chest. I dump some on my hair and rub it in. The potion still sticks to me, but the smell is getting weaker.
After a ton of soap, I finally feel clean.
I’m exhausted and all I want to do is sleep but I know I have to show my face at dinner. Quickly, I throw on clean clothes and head to the door.
