LOGINXavier’s POV I couldn’t believe the nerve of that guy. Who the hell did he think he was? “Silas,” I muttered under my breath, the name tasting bitter on my tongue. “Who the fuck are you?” He had to be somebody important for Mr. Reynolds to step in the way he had. That wasn’t something teachers normally did, especially when they knew exactly who I was. I was the damn Dragon Prince, yet the old man hadn’t hesitated to put himself between us as though Silas carried just as much weight. That alone pissed me off. I rolled my eyes as I sat in my chair, turning completely around instead of facing the front like everyone else. I ignored whatever Mr. Reynolds was saying, keeping my attention locked on the three desks behind me. The fucker had both Angela and her little fairy friend giggling like they had known him their whole lives. Every few seconds one of them laughed, and somehow he always had something to say that made them laugh even harder. I couldn’t figure out what they found so
Angela’s POV “He better not be in this class,” I muttered as Steph and I made our way down the hallway toward our third class. Eclipse Academy only had four classes a day, which sounded great until you realized each one lasted forever. Well… four for everyone else. I only had three. Since I was painfully, embarrassingly human, the academy had decided I didn’t need power training. Instead, they handed me a study block after lunch, which basically translated to, “Go sit somewhere and try not to die while everyone else learns magic.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure which option was worse. Last class had been an absolute disaster. Mr. Lizard had apparently decided every chair in the room belonged to him. It didn’t matter where I sat. First row. Back row. By the windows. Near the teacher’s desk. Every single time, he’d stroll over with that smug grin, point at me, and announce I was sitting in his seat. After the fifth time, I’d had enough. I grabbed my backpack, marched to an empty corner, an
Xavier’s POV “You shouldn’t have thrown her.” Blaze sounded irritated for what had to be the tenth time. I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t throw her. I moved her out of my chair.” “You dropped our girl on the floor,” He reminded me loudly. “Our girl?” I scoffed. “She’s a human.” “What if she’s hurt?” The question made me glance toward her. Angela was pushing herself up slowly, one hand braced against the floor while the other rubbed her shoulder. Did I actually hurt her? No. There was no way. Humans were fragile, though. Maybe I’d used more strength than I realized. “Go check on her,” Blaze insisted. I ignored him, but my eyes stayed on the tiny brunette. She wasn’t getting up nearly as fast as I expected. Every movement looked cautious, almost stiff. Was she really hurt? Before I could think about it any longer, her loudmouth friend spun around and glared at me. “You meanie.” I blinked my eyes rapidly. Meanie? Out of every insult she could’ve used, she picked meanie. She drama
Angela’s POV The loud sound of my alarm shattered the peaceful silence of my room. I groaned and blindly reached for my blanket, dragging it over my head as though an extra layer of fabric might magically silence the obnoxious noise. Unfortunately, it didn’t. The alarm continued screaming at me while I buried my face deeper into the pillow. Nope. I refused to acknowledge that morning existed. The bedroom door swung open, and I didn’t need to peek to know exactly who it was. Stephanie practically radiated sunshine twenty-four hours a day. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Her cheerful sing-song voice made me groan even louder. The mattress dipped as she climbed onto the edge of the bed, and a second later my blanket began sliding away from my face. “Come on, Ang,” she coaxed, tugging harder. “We’re going to be late.” With every ounce of determination I possessed, I yanked the blanket back over my head. “I’m going to be late,” I mumbled from beneath the covers. “You can go.” For a m
Xavier’s POV I went to my bedroom to forget. Forget her. Forget the silver shimmer behind her neck. Forget the ancient illustration buried inside a book that should have had absolutely nothing to do with an irritating human who somehow found a way to invade every thought I’d had since orientation. It wasn’t working. I lay across the bed with one arm behind my head, staring at the ceiling while the afternoon sunlight stretched across the room. I’d planned on taking a quick nap before dinner, hoping a little sleep would clear my head. Instead, every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing. A flash of silver. A mark. A page from an ancient journal. With an irritated groan, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. “So much for that.” Blaze’s quiet amusement rolled through my mind, though he wisely kept his comments to himself. I changed into a pair of athletic shorts, tugged on a fresh academy shirt, and slipped my shoes back on. Sitting around wasn’t accomplishing a
Xavier’s POV The door to Suite 501 slammed behind me hard enough to rattle the picture frames hanging on the wall. Good. Maybe if I made enough noise, I’d shake the image of one unbelievably irritating human out of my head. I tossed my keycard onto the marble island in the kitchen, where it skidded across the surface before coming to a stop beside a bowl of fruit. Normally, I’d have cared enough to pick it up. Today? Not happening. “This is your fault,” I muttered. Blaze remained suspiciously silent. That alone should have warned me. I opened the refrigerator and stared inside without really seeing anything. Shelves lined with neatly prepared meals, fresh fruit, bottled drinks, and enough food to survive a small apocalypse greeted me, yet nothing looked remotely appetizing. All I could see was a pair of stubborn golden eyes glaring back at me. Mr. Lizard Boy. The name repeated in my head. My eye twitched. “She started it.” Blaze’s amused rumble echoed through my mind. “I didn







