Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(30)

intense than any other twenty-two year old around me.

I feel like I need it more than my next breath, like it’s the air I breathe, and that’s because I’m not a

standard, cookie cutter incubus. Nope. One way to determine royalty around here is simply by their

surname, or lack thereof.

My name is Adonis. Just Adonis.

And that’s because both of my parents are Gods.

My Father, Hades, is God of the underworld, and a member of the Hex as a representative for all

demons, while my mother, Persephone was once the Goddess of Spring, before she chose a life with

my father.

I’m one of one hundred and forty children. It’s ridiculous, but what can you do when sex literally

sets the soul on fire down there? It’s like heaven and torture all at once.

“I’ve asked a few questions, but it seems the gossip is true. She really is an earthling with no

inkling of who she is or where she comes from,” Zen murmurs almost whimsically as he too follows

my gaze. “She doesn’t much like the target placed on her head that has the guys swarming her,” he

adds, and I hum in agreement. I almost felt bad for Rhea early this morning when she was announced

as the new student but after she insulted me, I’m feeling indifferent.

Since Zellus dropped those little facts in assembly this morning, I’ve watched her have to fight off

two attempts already.

“Even I can admit it was hot as fuck in the pews, when she stopped that asshole from leaning in

and kissing her by gripping him by the throat,” Khaos adds, a slight smirk to his lips at the mention of

his favorite body part.

“Only because you want to do it to her now,” Xander retorts, and Khaos glares at him in

response, only confirming what was said. “It seems chasing nothing is getting to everyone’s head.”

Khaos’ eyes darken as he lifts his fist, likely ready to slam it into the table, but Zen catches it mid—

air, stopping him from drawing any unnecessary attention our way. We’ve got enough of it already.

“She’s not nothing,” Zen says calmly, slowly lowering Khaos’ fist to the table without a sound as

the rest of us wait patiently for him to continue with his observation. His eyes trail over to the girl in

question, watching for a moment, before he focuses back on the table. “What everyone seems to forget

or is simply overlooking, is the fact she was placed in Agion. The hall is literally named Saint. You

can’t tell me the portal chose for her to be in the most elite hall in the entire school, all for her to be…

nothing.”

There’s nothing but silence from myself and the other two as we digest what should be considered

an obvious conclusion. His words ring loud and true in my ears, understanding washing over me as I

nod.

“That’s true,” Xander grunts, rubbing his hand over his jaw as annoyance bounces in his eyes.

He’s the complete opposite to the rest of the guys here. He won’t chase someone for being nothing. If

anything, he wants our woman to be strong, independent, resilient, and a freak between the sheets.

Taking the nothing target off her head only adds to the appeal of her in his eyes.

“So, it’s agreed. We pretend she doesn’t exist,” Khaos declares, and I watch as Zen wets his lips,

and Xander tightens his fists on the table.

“As in keep the fuck away from her?” I say, needing confirmation, and he nods once. I twist my

lips, looking back at her as she laughs over something with Harmonia, not a care in the world as she

sits in her own little bubble.

“So, I can’t even—”

“No, asshole, you can’t fuck her,” Khaos grunts, making a smirk sweep across Zen’s cheeks, and

Xander clears his throat as he smothers a chuckle.

“Not even—”

“Fuck off, man. The last time you fucked someone when we said not to, she got clingy and hasn’t

fucking left us alone, and that was four years ago,” he grumbles, his gaze flicking toward Selene, and I

cringe.

“That was one time, I—”

“There are twenty-eight girls at this fucking Academy, all of whom are thinking they’re going to

be the woman the Elites claim,” Zen says, matter-of-factly, and I stick my finger up at him, just as our

food appears in front of us.

“Listen, that’s not my fault. I told them all it was a one-time thing, they just didn’t listen,” I bite

back as I grab my bottle of water.

“And you really think she’s going to be any different? A girl from Phoenix Valley, likely desperate

to fit in? She’ll cling to anything and everything she can, just like she has with Harmonia,” Xander

states, reaching for his soda with a grumble, and I pout. Like a bitch.

My eyes flick to her once more, only to find her glancing over her shoulder in my direction. Her

tongue peeks out, swiping across her full lips as she unashamedly watches me. But out of the corner

of my eye, I see Selene too. A stark reminder of how crazy these bitches get, and I literally have to