A Dance with Darkness
Otherworld Academy - Book One
Jenna Wolfhart
A Dance with Darkness
Book One of the Otherworld Academy Series
Cover Design by Covers by Juan
Original Copyright © 2018 by Jenna Wolfhart
Second Edition Copyright © 2020 by Jenna Wolfhart
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Contents
Foreword
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Also by Jenna Wolfhart
About the Author
Foreword
This is the second edition of the Otherworld Academy series. The original had some flaws that I have long wanted to address. I love these characters, and I truly wanted to do their story justice.
The second edition is an expanded (and much steamier!) volume with a much better ending. Thank you for reading!
Chapter One
It all started with bright lights and pulsing music. Bass reverberated through my body as I moved my arms and legs to the beat. My best and oldest friend, Bree, spun in circles by my side, basking in the neon glow of the club. Hot pink and emerald lights bounced off the walls. It was my eighteenth birthday, and I’d only had one request. I wanted to go somewhere I could dance.
Out of the corner of my eye, a tall hooded figure caught my attention. The guy was staring right at me with eyes the color of midnight. A spark of heat burst into my cheeks as I cast a sideways glance his way. He stood away from the crowd, leaning against the neon-lit wall with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. His gaze was dark and hooded and strangely intense.
With a slight shiver, I frowned and glanced away.
The upbeat song spiralled away, replaced by a more melancholy tune that chased away my feverish dance energy. I loved dancing, more than I loved most anything else, to any beat, to any song, but there was nothing quite like a fast tempo to get my feet moving. Now that the rhythm had slowed, I finally realized just how long we’d spent on the dance floor. My breath was ragged, my mouth parched.
Bree leaned forward and grabbed my arm. “Come on. Let’s try to buy a drink.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but it was no use. Bree was a force of nature, and once she got an idea into her head, there was no talking her out of it.
When we stepped foot off the dance floor, my eyes were instinctively drawn to where the strange hooded guy had been watching me. He was gone, replaced by nothing but the swirling neon lights. A twinge of disappointment went through me, even though that was completely ridiculous. It had been a long time since a guy had given me even the most fleeting of glances. All the guys from school knew me, well enough to know to stay as far away from me as they could. I was the weird girl who kept to herself, the one who nobody liked. No one except for Bree.
It had been nice to feel like maybe I wasn’t the pariah everyone at school thought I was.
We reached the bar at the far end of the club, and Bree hoisted herself up onto one of the iron stools. It was a weekday, so the place was pretty empty. A huge plus in my opinion. I wanted to dance, free and wild. Not get trapped in a sweaty mess of grinding college students.
Bree patted the stool next to her. “Come on, Norah. One drink won’t kill you.”
“No, but my mom might kill me if she found out.” Still, I hopped up on the stool and dug my elbows into the slick iron surface of the bar top. Warehouse 27 was one of those trendy industrial places, set inside an old warehouse that had once been used for freight storage. Everything was iron or steel, and every wall was covered in intricately-designed graffiti.
Not only would my mom kill me if she found out I was drinking. She’d kill me if she even knew I was here.
“What’ll you have?” The bartender strode up to the bar, giving both me and Bree a long stare before flipping two coasters in front of us. He didn’t look much older than us, his dark shaggy hair falling into his eyes.
I glanced at Bree and raised an eyebrow. I certainly didn’t know what to order.
“Two vodka and tonics,” she said with a smile and a confidence that suggested she’d ordered drinks at bars a thousand times before. But that was all for show. She hadn’t. We might live in the city that never sleeps, but we rarely stayed up past our bedtimes.
The bartender nodded and grabbed some glasses from under the bar before he gave me a nod, his eyes locked on something behind me. “Looks like you have an admirer.”
An admirer? Was it that hooded guy from before? My heart lurched, and I slid my chin onto my shoulder to glance behind me. A tall figure in a deep green cloak now stood in the center of the dance floor, his eyes locked on my face. He wasn’t dancing, a fact that made the chills sweep down my back again.
For a moment, I thought it was the same guy, though his cloak was a different color. But there was something strange about this one. A sheen of light whispered across his skin, almost as if he were glowing from the inside out. I blinked and shook my head. That was impossible. The club lights were playing tricks on my eyes. But when I lifted my gaze to the dance floor again, he was gone.
“Norah,” my best friend said as she leaned her face close to mine, her breath a cloud of vodka and cigarette smoke. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I just thought I saw something…” The world seemed to tilt sideways, and my vision went blurry. Ears ringing and mouth dry, I drew quick breaths in through my nose. Everything around me was suddenly loud, loud, loud, and the pulsing lights made my head spin. I pressed my hands against the bar top to hold myself steady, but that did nothing but launch a lump of nausea into my throat.
“Norah. What’s wrong?” My best friend’s voice sounded so far away, as if she were on the other end of a broken cell phone. A hand curled around my arm, pulling me away from the bar.
As soon as I’d made it three steps, my head began to clear, but the clammy sensation on my palms remained.
Bree’s head ducked to mine. Her grip stayed tight around my arm, and I could see now that she was pulling me in the direction of the women’s restroom. “What the hell’s going on? Is it another one of those panic attacks?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” For the past couple of weeks, I’d been experiencing increasingly overwhelming panic attacks, or so the doctors said. Heart palpitations, nausea, clammy hands, blurry vision, shortness of breath. It all fit. The problem—to me, at least—was that I never felt panicked when I had one of these so-called panic attacks.
They happened for no discernible reason, at least that I could tell.
One minute, I was fine. The next? I could barely see straigh
t.
“Do you have your pills on you?” she asked as she pushed open the grimy black door that led into the women’s restroom. I wrinkled my nose at the smell, my eyes darting from the yellow sinks to the mound of wet, crumpled paper towels that were spilling from an overflowing trash can.
“Yeah, I brought them just in case, but I can’t manage to swallow them without some water.” I pointed to the yellow sink. “And I’m not drinking from that.”
She gave a nod without a moment’s hesitation. “Okay, stay here and take some deep breaths. I’ll get a glass of water from the bar.”
She disappeared from the bathroom a moment later. Sighing, I leaned against the sink and stared at my reflection in the cloudy mirror. I looked about as good as I felt. There were dark circles under my eyes, and my complexion was so pale that my skin now matched my light blonde hair. Frankly, I looked like I’d seen a ghost that had been tormenting me for years.
These panic attacks were starting to seriously suck ass, and the doctor had said I wouldn’t improve until I figured out the trigger. She thought it might have something to do with my home life, but I wasn’t home now. I hadn’t even been thinking of my step-dad, much less feeling panicked about him. The only thing that could have set it off was the strange guy who had been watching me…
The door pushed open, and my shoulders relaxed. Whether or not these were actual panic attacks, the medicine did make me feel better. I could take the pill, splash some cold water on my face, and go back to swirling around the dance floor until the sun broke through the morning sky.
But a figure much taller and much more muscular than Bree stepped through the door. His dark hood no longer obscured his pale, gleaming face, though his black eyes were just as piercing, if not more so.
I sucked in a sharp breath and took a step back. My heart began to tremble in my chest. What the hell was he doing in the women’s restroom? Had he followed me in here?
“Tonight’s your eighteenth birthday,” he said in a low rumble of a voice, one that was almost lyrical, like he had an Irish or Welsh accent. It sent shivers down my spine.
Swallowing hard, I stared at him. What was this? Some sort of strange pick-up line? I hadn’t been out at clubs and bars enough to know the difference, but this seemed like a bizarre way to approach a girl who had caught your eye.
He let out an irritated sigh when I didn’t respond. “That is why you’re here, yes? To celebrate your eighteenth birthday.”
“Yes.” A pause. “Why are you asking?”
He nodded. “Good. Can I see your ears?”
My mouth almost dropped open. “Can you see my ears?”
He took a step closer, a move I matched with a step away, forcing me closer to the wall behind me. I didn’t dare move too far back. If I did, I would quite literally be backed up against a wall, and I was feeling more than a little freaked out—and, oddly, a little excited—by this strange guy who had cornered me in a women’s restroom at a club.
Where the hell was Bree?
“Yes.” Another impatient sigh. “I need to see your ears.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so, buddy.” I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes, hoping the stance made me look a lot more confident and in control than the trembling heart in my chest suggested. “I’m flattered, but I’m not interested. Now, if you don’t mind, could you leave the women’s restroom? I have some business I need to tend to in the toilet.”
Inwardly, I groaned. I have some business I need to tend to in the toilet? Why the hell did you have to say that?!
His lips quirked, but the intensity of his gaze didn’t falter. “Just let me see your ears, and I’ll leave you to tend to your business. In the toilet.”
For a moment, my resolve weakened, despite every logical bone in my body telling me to get the hell away from him. He was strange and unsettling. He’d followed me into the restroom, demanding to see my ears for reasons I didn’t understand. And he wasn’t being at all friendly. Instead, he seemed almost irritated, as if this entire exchange was some kind of chore, one that was very much beneath him.
But I still had this strange, inexplicable urge to give him whatever he asked. I felt almost drawn to him, as if my body recognized him even if my mind and my eyes did not. Had we met before? He wasn’t someone from school, not unless he’d graduated several years before.
He stepped closer. This time, I did not take a step back. His cool hand brushed my cheek as he slid my long, blonde hair behind my ear. My heart hammered, so fast that I could barely breathe. Everything within me felt tight and tense, and a strange scent whispered into my nose. A combination of mint and frost and night.
“Ah, just as we thought,” he murmured almost too low for me to make out the words. “It is you.”
“Just as who thought?” My eyes were locked on his face, at the way his skin glistened underneath the yellow glow of the fluorescent lights.
He stepped back, and the strange magic of the moment vanished as he pulled the hood back over his head and the door swung open to reveal Bree. Her eyes bugged out of her head, and her grip on the water glass tightened, but the strange guy—whose name I still didn’t know—completely ignored her presence.
“Don’t take that pill.” And with that, he strode away, leaving me gaping after him. I slid my hand over my ear and gasped. It had a small bump near the top in the shape of a tiny pointed tooth. A bump that hadn’t been there this morning. A bump that hadn’t been there in all my eighteen years on this earth.
Was that what he had been looking for? And if so, why?
I needed to go after him and find out.
Chapter Two
“Who the hell was that?” Bree stared at the door as if it had grown a pair of wings. “And why did he tell you not to take the medicine?”
“You know what? I wish I knew.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. “Come on. Let’s follow him and ask.”
But her feet didn’t follow. Instead, she stayed rooted to the spot, her lips curled down into a frown. She held up the water glass and raised her eyebrows. “You need to take your anxiety medicine, Norah.”
“I’ll take it later,” I said. “If we don’t go after him now, we might lose him.”
For a moment, I didn’t think she would budge. Bree, as much as she was my best friend, had always had a protective streak when it came to me, more so than my parents. Hell, I hadn’t even met my own dad. Sometimes, I appreciated that someone was looking out for me, particularly since my own family liked to make my life a living hell. Other times, like now, I just wanted her to be my partner in crime.
She must have seen it in the look on my face because she lowered the glass to the restroom counter and gave me a signature Bree grin. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s find out what he’s up to. But after that? You need to take your medicine.”
I let out a sigh of relief, which made me realize just how much I’d been hoping she’d say yes. The strange guy was more than just a random creep. I could feel it in my gut. There was a reason he’d told me not to take my medicine. There was a reason he wanted to see my ears. He knew something about what I’d been going through, and I was determined to find out what it was.
For the past few weeks, I’d felt like I was going crazy. Maybe, just maybe, there was reason to think I wasn’t.
Bree and I pushed through the restroom door to step back into the neon glow of the club. While I’d been inside, the space had begun to fill. The crowd had thickened, and the bar was surrounded by at least two dozen patrons in need of a drink. It made it almost impossible to pick out a single guy in dark clothes.
My eyes scanned the warehouse. There he was. By the door. He stood with three other guys, their heads bowed together as they spoke. Each of them wore those strange hooded cloaks, though all in different colors. Black, gold, red, and green.
As if they could sense my gaze, they all turned my way in unison, and my lungs tightened in response. Every single one of them was inexplicably gorgeou
s, just like the one who had cornered me in the restroom. Their eyes were bright and piercing, even at this distance. And their skin…they all had a strange sheen, though in differing shades of brightness. The one in red practically glowed like the sun.
“There they are,” I hissed to Bree, pointing across the warehouse. “What the hell is up with their skin, especially the one on the far left?”
Bree frowned. “Yeah, I see him with some other guys, but I don’t really know what you mean. Their skin looks normal to me. I mean, it’s crazy clear, which I’m jealous of, but that’s about it. I would kill to get rid of my damn acne.”
“No, I don’t mean that.” Frowning, I shot a glance at my friend. “It looks like they’re glowing.”
Bree’s eyes cut sideways, and her jaw flinched. “You sure you don’t want to take your anxiety meds? I feel like maybe it’s a bad idea not to follow the doctor’s instructions.”
“You think I’m making it up.” I took a step away from her, shaking my head. “You think I’m going crazy, even if you like to pretend you think otherwise.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy, Norah, but I think you aren’t quite yourself.” She gestured at the four guys who were still looking our way, watching our exchange with a strange detached curiosity on their faces. “You think they have glowing skin. Pretend for a minute that you weren’t the one saying that. Don’t you hear how strange that sounds?”
I blew out a hot breath and tried not to give in to the flicker of pain I felt deep in my gut at her words. Yes, I knew it sounded crazy. And yes, I’d be skeptical if I didn’t see it with my own eyes. And yes, maybe there was something very wrong with me. Normal people didn’t go around thinking people had glowing skin. But I didn’t feel crazy. This felt right. It felt real.
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