Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(84)

in the aftermath of my actions, and trying to wash it all away with some yoga.

From everything that happened in our Combat class with Xander, my own eyes glowing red in

reaction to his amber orbs, and my uncontrollable flecks of magic desperate to rise to the surface at

his anger and rage, I’m drowning in the secrets.

It was instinctive to intervene, even if the Elite called me into the drama too, it was natural to do

so. The need to protect him, to protect what is… mine, was confusing as fuck. I’ve never felt that way

toward anyone before.

I’ve gone from being intrigued by the hot Elites to being entirely consumed by them, and there is

nothing I can do about it. It’s like the magic inside of me knows what is best. Fuck my thoughts and

life choices, right?

A sigh falls from my lips and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, desperate to not lose the

rhythm and solace I had managed to find out here, so I attempt to think of something else. But I don’t

know whether it’s better or worse when my mind immediately shifts to the other colossal mess of

today.

Adonis.

Or more importantly, his goddamn magical fucking fingers.

I’d walked into the dining hall, head held high, thankful my eyes were no longer shining red, but

when my eyes met his and he crooked his finger at me, I’d faltered.

“If you don’t go over there and swim in some big dick energy, Rhea, someone else will,”

Harmonia had murmured with a chuckle, and I instantly found myself in an internal battle.

Part of me wanted to remind them I wasn’t a puppet on a string for them to beckon closer, only for

me to follow blindly into the darkness, while the other part of me was jealous as fuck. Which is

exactly why I found myself putting one foot in front of the other and heading toward him without a

second thought.

I’d seen the challenge in his eyes when he told me to take a seat. The one beside Khaos seemed

like the safer option, a bigger space with less proximity to all of that big dick energy Harmonia had

murmured about. But it was like my body had a mind of its own again when I dropped down between

Adonis and Xander. I surprised him too, I could see it flash in his eyes, and it’s not like I sought his

approval because of where I sat, but my chest blossomed with victory at managing to catch him off

guard.

Fast forward to him ‘thanking me’, and I almost fucking blush again as I remember the way I fell

apart at the fucking dining table with his fingers learning every groove of my pussy. Shattering into a

million pieces in silence as Xander’s hand clamped down hard on my thigh, my pent up energy

exploding at their combined touch.

Watching him taste me afterwards had my pussy clenching all over again, leaving me a wanton,

needy little whore, desperate for round two. I’ve avoided them ever since, confused with the way

things seem to be transpiring between us at lightning speed. I still can’t seem to align my mind and

body; one thinking rationally about all the reasons why it’s a bad idea, while the other seems to be

driven by desire and does what it wants.

I place my fingertips down on the grass before me, slowly and calmly moving down into the cobra

as I control my breathing, stretching the move a few more times before I fall into my meditating

position.

Crossing my legs and bracing my palms on my knees, I keep my back straight and continue to

control my breathing. It’s so fucking refreshing to find a minute of calm among all of this crazy. I

hadn’t realized how much I needed this until my feet touched the ground but it feels short lived as I

sense someone taking a seat beside me.

It’s safe to assume that they’re not a threat, since they could have attacked me with my eyes closed

and they haven’t, but it still doesn’t stop my body from tensing in response to being caught off guard.

Happy to let whoever it is stew for a moment, I take a few more breaths, before I peer to my left.

I’m not at all surprised to find a man sitting in the same position as me, a linen shirt covering his chest

and a pair of loose shorts stopping at the knee. His feet are bare, just like mine, connecting with the

earth beneath us as he rakes his fingers through his messy blond hair and offers me a calm smile.

Zen.

“I didn’t know yoga was your thing,” he finally says, turning his gaze to look out over the lake as

the sky begins to shift in color, offering a glimmer of reds, pinks, and oranges as the sun sets.

“I didn’t realize you knew me at all,” I retort, quirking an eyebrow then instantly annoyed at

myself for getting defensive for no reason, but he doesn’t seem to acknowledge it, which is a relief.

“I haven’t seen anyone do yoga without a mat before though,” he adds, peering back at me, and I

shrug. I don’t respond, not wanting to admit it’s because I could never afford one back home, and I

still hadn’t made my way down to the on-site shops here at Saints Academy to look. I refused to tempt

myself with fanciful items when I know the bill would go straight back to fucking Dante. I’d rather