Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(27)
“Yeah, so you tend to find that the guys will form their own group first, usually between three and
six of them, and then they will find a suitable girl to fit their setup.”
“I thought I was going to be able to choose all of the peens, but now you’re saying they choose
me?” I clarify with a pout, and she laughs. That process seems pretty ass backwards if the females are
the less common gender of the two.
“Pretty much,” she says with a shrug. “It sounds worse than it is, but since there are more guys,
it’s important that they all have a connection with the woman. But, things aren’t how they used to be.
These days, everything is about status, money, and arrangements. Nobody seals their souls together
anymore, as everyone’s worried about how the family unit will operate.”
I frown, my nose crinkling. I can feel my feet pound against the grass with each step I take,
propelling me forward. Looking around, I notice no one has surrounded us, trying to eavesdrop on our
conversation so we actually get to talk and run in peace. I cast my gaze over to Harmonia to see if
she’s joking but the solemn expression on her face confirms she’s telling the God's honest truth.
“Yup, information overload. I can’t process any of that in one bite,” I say with a grin as we jog
past a few people in front who have slowed down, entering lap two at a steady pace.
“Sorry. Out of the guys and the woman in the committed union, the weakest magical member will
be the one to stay home and take care of the children. It’s not frowned upon in the slightest, but no guy
wants to be the one to do that, so they look for girls they deem less powerful than them to complete
their unit, so there’s no issue of roles.”
Ew, gross.
“That’s the biggest load of patriarchal, egotistical bullshit I’ve ever heard,” I gripe, my face
reddening with anger. “And since I am completely oblivious to all of these things right now, and
there’s no hint of my background, I’m an easy target. Fucking hell.” I look at Harmonia, who nods,
confirming every word, and it only adds to the rage I feel building inside me.
You would think if there were less women they would be fucking worshipped, but I guess this is a
man’s world after all.
“What did you mean when you said sealed souls?” I ask, remembering something else she
mentioned, and my new friend smiles. Her response is cut short when something catches on my right
foot, and I tumble forward. My hands instinctively reach out in front of me, breaking my fall as I land
in a heap of limbs on the grass.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins as my protective instincts kick in, and I glance over my
shoulder to see what I tripped over. What I find is Selene’s bitchy ass standing above me with her
arms folded over her chest, and a wide grin on her face.
Seriously? What in the actual fuck?
Doesn’t she have anything else better to do?
I’d been so invested in the conversation I was having with Harmonia, I let my guard down,
leaving me open for a petty attack like that.
I hear a few chuckles from those around us as everyone close by stops, forming a half circle,
waiting to see how her power play will unfold between us. I’ve never been one to let an audience
down when a bitch needs to be put in her place.
Quickly rising to my feet, a smirk twists my lips because now it’s game fucking on. I don’t even
bother to dust off my hands as I stalk toward her, watching with delight as she takes the smallest step
back. It wasn’t much, but it was there. It seems she wants to put me in my place, but fuck if that will
ever happen. It’s always fun proving people wrong when they underestimate me.
I’m less than a step away from her, arms lifting to grab her, when a body collides with mine,
blocking me from making the rest of the distance. I grunt as I smack into the hard chest, my pulse
ringing in my ears as I glare at the person interjecting.
It’s the cool, calm, and relaxed guy who was with Adonis and the others earlier. The anger I was
feeling toward Selene has now shifted its focus to him. It continues to rise inside of me, I’m annoyed
that he’s willing to let her get away with acting the way she is. Before I can growl at or sidestep him,
he places his hand on my shoulder, offering a gentle squeeze as he leans forward to murmur in my ear.
“Selene Hart is never worthy of your wrath when there are much bigger demons in the world.”
His voice… fuck, I feel like I’m being hypnotized. His tone lulling me into a sense of calmness as
my gaze flicks between his and the bitches behind him.
Clenching my hands at my side, I run my tongue over my teeth as I internally battle with how I
want to continue with the situation.
I understand what he’s saying, I do, but I have never let anyone push me around. Ever.
“She—”
“Is a fucking bitch,” he interjects. I can feel surprise dancing in my eyes at the calm way he even
curses. “Don’t let her get under that pretty skin of yours,” he adds, offering one final squeeze before