hadn’t been there previously. Maybe angels did have a sense of humor after all.
Grumbling, I turned over and soundlessly asked Veritas to turn off the light which she immediately complied with.
***
I had been dreaming about a dark path lit by floating lanterns. I was looking for someone. They had something I wanted. I just had to figure out how to get it.
I was so confused—there was broken glass and sand swirling all around me, melding into one so I couldn’t tell where I was anymore.
Somewhere a door slammed shut resoundingly and I jerked awake, reaching for my wakizashi on instinct. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was reaching in vain. Those damn SRECON agents had confiscated it from me.
As my eyes began to focus, I noticed Loire leaning against my door, breathing heavily like he had just run up several flights of stairs. Considering I lived on the third floor, that was a possibility. His face was pinched, making his usual handsome features look strange.
“Did you get into a boxing match with Veritas on your way here?” I wondered aloud.
Loire seemed uneasy as he glanced up, but he quickly straightened up. “How’d you know?”
I shrugged, crawling out from under the covers. “I probably would’ve tried to knock her out too if I met her in a deserted corridor.”
“Good luck with that.” Loire snorted and approached my bed with an outstretched hand. It took me a second to register what he was giving me.
“My backpack!” I exclaimed, grabbing it from him and rifling through it to make sure everything was there. My enthusiasm quickly diminished when I realized what was missing. “Where’s my wakizashi?”
“You don’t need it,” Loire said a matter-of-factly. “Unless you plan on taking one of us out.”
“Well, it sounds mighty tempting when it comes to Very Tassels,” I said stroking my chin like a comical villain.
“Veri tassen ,” he corrected.
“Meh,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Either way, what if Hell Hunters invade the school and I need to protect myself? You guys are pretty sucky SRECON agents.”
Hell Hunters were our enemies. They were deadly, power-hungry, and would not hesitate to kill you if you got in their way. What made it worse was that anyone could be a Hell Hunter. They recruited demons, mortals, humans, and on the rare occasion, angels.
“If that did ever happen, chances are the only damage you’d do is knock yourself out. Then again, it would make my life a hell of a lot easier if you were unconscious for most of it.” Loire gave me a lazy smirk.
“You do realize that I’m one of the best fighters in my class?” I became distracted as a lock of hair fell into his eyes. For a split second, I wanted to reach out and push it away, but mentally slapped myself instead. I did not need to be checking him out.
“Is that supposed to impress me?” Loire asked, pushing the strand of hair off his forehead as if he’d heard my thoughts. “Because it’s not working.”
“You’re an ass,” I muttered darkly.
Trying my best not to let him get to me, I began heading to the bathroom to freshen up. However, Loire took a step toward me and held out an arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“What do you want?” I demanded, my temper getting the better of me. I was tired, I was hungry, and I needed a shower. Loire’s jerkiness was worsening my mood.
His expression turned serious and he leaned in so close that I could see where the blue in his eyes turned to grey. I forgot how to breathe when he licked his lips.
“I need to tell you something.” His brow furrowed and despite my better judgement, my stomach fluttered.
Damn, traitorous stomach flutters.
“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You,” he said, leaning towards me, “smell like skunk droppings.” He scrunched up his nose and stepped back, a smile spreading across his face.
Just like that, the spell between us broke and I shot him my best withering look. He headed
Grumbling, I turned over and soundlessly asked Veritas to turn off the light which she immediately complied with.
***
I had been dreaming about a dark path lit by floating lanterns. I was looking for someone. They had something I wanted. I just had to figure out how to get it.
I was so confused—there was broken glass and sand swirling all around me, melding into one so I couldn’t tell where I was anymore.
Somewhere a door slammed shut resoundingly and I jerked awake, reaching for my wakizashi on instinct. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was reaching in vain. Those damn SRECON agents had confiscated it from me.
As my eyes began to focus, I noticed Loire leaning against my door, breathing heavily like he had just run up several flights of stairs. Considering I lived on the third floor, that was a possibility. His face was pinched, making his usual handsome features look strange.
“Did you get into a boxing match with Veritas on your way here?” I wondered aloud.
Loire seemed uneasy as he glanced up, but he quickly straightened up. “How’d you know?”
I shrugged, crawling out from under the covers. “I probably would’ve tried to knock her out too if I met her in a deserted corridor.”
“Good luck with that.” Loire snorted and approached my bed with an outstretched hand. It took me a second to register what he was giving me.
“My backpack!” I exclaimed, grabbing it from him and rifling through it to make sure everything was there. My enthusiasm quickly diminished when I realized what was missing. “Where’s my wakizashi?”
“You don’t need it,” Loire said a matter-of-factly. “Unless you plan on taking one of us out.”
“Well, it sounds mighty tempting when it comes to Very Tassels,” I said stroking my chin like a comical villain.
“Veri tassen ,” he corrected.
“Meh,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Either way, what if Hell Hunters invade the school and I need to protect myself? You guys are pretty sucky SRECON agents.”
Hell Hunters were our enemies. They were deadly, power-hungry, and would not hesitate to kill you if you got in their way. What made it worse was that anyone could be a Hell Hunter. They recruited demons, mortals, humans, and on the rare occasion, angels.
“If that did ever happen, chances are the only damage you’d do is knock yourself out. Then again, it would make my life a hell of a lot easier if you were unconscious for most of it.” Loire gave me a lazy smirk.
“You do realize that I’m one of the best fighters in my class?” I became distracted as a lock of hair fell into his eyes. For a split second, I wanted to reach out and push it away, but mentally slapped myself instead. I did not need to be checking him out.
“Is that supposed to impress me?” Loire asked, pushing the strand of hair off his forehead as if he’d heard my thoughts. “Because it’s not working.”
“You’re an ass,” I muttered darkly.
Trying my best not to let him get to me, I began heading to the bathroom to freshen up. However, Loire took a step toward me and held out an arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“What do you want?” I demanded, my temper getting the better of me. I was tired, I was hungry, and I needed a shower. Loire’s jerkiness was worsening my mood.
His expression turned serious and he leaned in so close that I could see where the blue in his eyes turned to grey. I forgot how to breathe when he licked his lips.
“I need to tell you something.” His brow furrowed and despite my better judgement, my stomach fluttered.
Damn, traitorous stomach flutters.
“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You,” he said, leaning towards me, “smell like skunk droppings.” He scrunched up his nose and stepped back, a smile spreading across his face.
Just like that, the spell between us broke and I shot him my best withering look. He headed
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