“I’m sorry?” I ask, not following.
“At Ethereal Academy, all students must prove themselves by showing off their skills, whether they be talented at combat, enchanting, cooking, or sewing. If they impress the headmistress, they may graduate and move into their chosen profession. If not, they must return to school for another year.”
That sounds harsh. “We’re a lot more relaxed here,” I tell her.
She sniffs and sits back with a disapproving look. She’s an interesting one, no doubt.
Uriel finishes his speech, pulling me back to the present. He calls the names of the graduating class one by one, and they walk across the stage to receive their diplomas. I clap when Callan, Marcus, and Bastien walk across the stage. Next year it’s going to be me up there.
After the ceremony, we file out to the field where the sporting events are held each year. It's been transformed under a huge tent into a big dinner for the graduates and their families. As we all head inside, I catch sight of Kassiel standing in the shadows of the forest nearby. I haven’t seen him in a few days, and I tell Jonah I’ll be right back, and then head over to him.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him. He cancelled all of our private sessions, and I’ve only seen him during the last few Angelic History classes. I’ve started to think he’s been avoiding me ever since we got back from Faerie.
He looks down at me with his green eyes. “Yes. I just wanted to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye?” I blink up at him, my throat suddenly tight. “What do you mean?”
“I won’t be teaching here next year.” He glances behind me, and I turn to see the Princes entering the tent. Callan stops and shoots a hateful glare at Kassiel, before slipping inside. “Now that the Order has the Staff, my mission has changed. My priority is recovering the Staff before they can use it.” His mouth twists. “Besides, word got out that I’m the son of Lucifer, and some of the Archangels are very upset that Uriel’s allowed me to teach here. He claims he didn’t know who my father was, but I think he’s simply covering his ass.”
“What do you mean, word got out?”
His eyes narrow. “I’m sure Callan told them.”
“No…” I shake my head. “He couldn’t.”
“He hates demons, and believes my father killed his father. It’s fine.” Kassiel tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “This was a temporary assignment anyway. I always knew it could never last beyond my mission. I did enjoy teaching though. I will miss it. And you, Olivia. But at least we don’t have to hide our relationship anymore.”
“That is a relief, but will I ever see you?” I move close and slide my arms around him, making us invisible at the same time to avoid any onlookers. “I need you, after all.”
He gives me a sad smile. “I’ll try to visit you as often as I can. I don’t want you to starve again.”
“It’s more than that.” I can’t help but speak the words I’ve been wanting to say to all of them for so long. Well, maybe not Callan. That asshole. “I care about you. A lot.”
“I care for you too. More than you know. More than any woman in all my long years.” He lowers his head and presses his lips to mine, giving me a long kiss that feels a lot like a final one. “Which is another reason I must find the Staff and destroy it.”
He launches into the air with his sparkling black and silver wings, and my heart aches as he flies away. The thought of not having him as my teacher next year is terrible, but even worse is the idea of not seeing him as often. Or ever again.
How could Callan betray him? I realize he didn’t know Kassiel as anything but our teacher, but we fought together in Faerie on the same side. Didn’t that count for anything? The stupidest part is that Kassiel and the Princes all have the same goals. They should be working together to find Grace and the Staff.
I throw off my invisibility and stomp inside, then catch Callan in line at the buffet. I grab his arm and drag him out of the tent. “What have you done?”
He looks down at me with his arrogant eyes. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“You told everyone about Kassiel,” I hiss.
He crosses his arms and his face turns hard. “Of course I did. We can’t have the son of Lucifer teaching at our school.”
“Why does that matter?”
He drops his arms. “His father killed my dad.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“No one else is even a suspect.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Even if Lucifer did kill Michael, that doesn’t mean Kassiel had anything to do with it. Do you want people to judge you based on your father’s actions?” He frowns at that, but I’m not done. I poke my finger into his chest. “I thought you had changed. That you were better than the others who saw demons as the villains. That you cared about me.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me against him, his mouth so close I think he might kiss me. “I do care,” he growls. “I hate it, but I do. That’s why I had to get rid of him. I can’t have you fucking the son of Lucifer. Just be glad I didn’t mention that to Uriel.”
I push him away and take a step back. “Wow. I get it now. You did all of this because you’re jealous that I’m sleeping with Kassiel.”
His eyes narrow. “I’m not jealous. I’ll share you with Marcus and Bastien. But not him. Never him.”
“Luckily you won’t have to share me at all. We are done.”
I turn on my heel and walk away, silently fuming. Why did I think Callan could change? He hates demons, and can’t see beyond that. Well, too bad, buddy, because I’m half demon, and that is never going to change.
For the past two years, I’ve allied myself with the angels, but maybe it’s time to embrace my demon side even more. I might have to, if I’m going to find Grace, stop the Order, and get the Staff back. If anyone can do it, it’s me.
Because I’m not just the daughter of an Archangel.
I'm the daughter of an Archdemon too.
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Four sexy dragon shifters. A huntress with a dark past. A bond that could save the world.
Chapter One: Kira
I crept through the forest in search of my prey, my hand tight on my bow. Heavy rain left a sheen of water on my face even with my hood covering me, and I wiped it off on my already-soaked sleeve. The storm was getting stronger. If I didn’t find a deer or something else soon, I’d have to give up and return empty-handed. Roark wouldn’t like that.
I made my way toward one of my traps up ahead, stepping carefully through the high brush and keeping my eyes peeled for any game. With the weather as it was, I doubted I would have any luck. All the animals in the forest had no doubt retreated once this sudden storm had come upon us. The only thing left out here would be elementals and shades—and I had no desire to confront either of those.
When I’d set out a few hours ago, the sky had been clear and bright. Only in the last hour had the storm clouds gathered overhead as if out of nowhere, or perhaps summoned by the Gods themselves. I shivered, and not just from the cold that sank into my bones through my soaked clothes.
I bent down to check the trap I’d left this morning and breathed a sigh of relief. A large rabbit had been caught inside. Tonight I’d be fed. Tonight Tash would be safe.
I tossed the rabbit into a sack and loaded it onto m
y shoulder. When I turned around, I wasn’t alone. I dropped the sack and aimed my bow, my heart in my throat.
An old woman stood before me, her body hunched over with age, her skin pale and wrinkled. She wore a frayed traveling cloak and frizzy white hair escaped her low hood. I might have heard her as she approached, but the storm drowned out all sound except for the pounding of rain in the trees.
“Can I help you?” I called out to her, as I lowered my bow and retrieved my fallen sack.
“Perhaps.” She stared at me and frowned, then looked around as if confused.
“You must be lost. I can show you to Stoneham, the nearest town.”
“That’s kind of you.”
I offered her my arm and she took it, leaning upon me. Her grip was strong, even though she seemed so frail I worried a strong gust might turn her bones to dust. I wondered how she had found herself in the middle of the forest in the first place. She shouldn’t be traveling alone, especially not in this weather.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Kira.”
As we carefully stepped through the forest she gazed up at the dark sky, letting the rain wash over her face. “There’s a storm coming.”
I patted her wrinkled hand where it rested on my arm. “I think it’s already here. But if we hurry, we can get out of it. The inn is just ahead.”
“There’s no escaping this storm.” She turned toward me and her eyes were like steel. “Not for you.”
Her words sent another shiver down my spine. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
She held my gaze another few seconds, then waved her hand. “Just the ramblings of an old woman. Nothing more.”
I frowned, but continued walking through the wet brush. “We’re nearly there now.”
“Yes, indeed we are,” she said.
A rustling sound up ahead caught my attention. I dropped her arm and drew my bow. “Stay back. I’ll make sure the way is clear.”
I took a step forward as I peered through the brush in front of us, watching for the slightest twitch of a leaf or the dash of fur. But there was nothing other than the relentless rain.
When I turned back, the woman was gone.
“Hello?” I called out, spinning around and scanning the area for her. The storm made it hard to see anything, but there was no trace of her anywhere. She’d just…vanished.
I went back the way we’d walked, calling out for the woman, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. There was no sign she’d ever been in the forest at all.
After many long minutes, with the rain pounding down on me and the wind whipping at my cloak, I reluctantly gave up my search. I told myself she must have gone ahead to the village without me, but something about that didn’t feel right. It was the only explanation though, unless she was a shade. But if that were true I wouldn’t still be breathing, according to the stories I’d heard anyway. I’d never actually seen a shade before, but it was said they were ghostly figures that could turn invisible, pass through walls, and suck the life right out of you. As strange as the woman was, she seemed perfectly human at least. Still, probably best for me to hurry back.
I headed toward the inn, more by instinct than sight at this point. As I left the forest, my shoes sank into the mud and the relentless wind tore the hood off my head. I tried to tug it back on, but there was no use. My hair was already soaked through and I was chilled to the bone.
Lightning flashed overhead, followed immediately by the deep rumble of thunder. I ran for the inn as fast as I could, but the wind was so strong it seemed to push me back, as if it was fighting my every step. I slipped in the mud and fell to my knees, bracing myself with my hands. The impact jolted through my bones, and for a moment I could only remain there, dazed and covered in mud from head to toe.
As I tried to stand, a bright crack lit up the sky, blinding me. Searing hot pain struck my head and I screamed as a bolt of lightning coursed through me. Electricity spread within my entire body, setting every nerve on fire and burning me from the inside out. It raced through my blood, and I thought my heart would burst from the power warring for control within me. Time stopped, and pain became the only thing I knew.
And then it was gone.
Deep, cavernous thunder sounded all around me as my sight returned. My entire body shook and trembled uncontrollably. Mud covered me completely, rain pelted my face, wind lashed at my hair, and sparks danced in my blood. As if the elemental Gods themselves had thought to strike me down, then decided to let me live after all.
I scrambled back to my feet, nearly slipping again in the slick mud. When I was steady, I grabbed the bag with the rabbit from where I’d dropped it, before stumbling to the back door of the inn. I opened the door with some effort, the wind battling me still, and then stepped inside the familiar warm kitchen that smelled of stew and baked bread. Once the door was shut, I fell back against it, breathing heavily.
I’d been struck by lightning. Yet somehow I still lived.
I quickly checked my body, searching for signs of injury, but I seemed to be physically fine, although my cloak was charred and I was in great need of a bath. The only thing that afflicted me was shock.
None of it made sense. Lightning usually hit the tallest thing around, and I was nowhere near that. I’d been surrounded by much better targets. The inn. The stables. The trees. Why had it hit me?
And how had I made it through without a scratch?
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