Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(87)

also wouldn’t surprise me if Zeus wants to look like a hero in front of the world as always. The guy is

delusional. Or from my perspective he is at least.

Like we should thank him for his existence since he laid Nyx to rest and ‘saved the world’. Gag.

The man has no hint of humbleness about him, and watching his desperation to receive that

recognition was cringeworthy.

“Something on your mind, Miss Harrington?” Professor Fury asks, a hint of a snarl on his lips like

my mere pondering in his presence is an insult to his entire existence.

“Nothing for you to concern yourself with,” I retort back, quirking a brow in challenge, but he

simply scoffs, rising from his hunched position over his laptop and walking around me to address the

class.

I don’t move, happy to stare at the back of his head while he speaks. It sure as fuck beats looking

at him. He claps his hands once, the room falling into silence as he captures everyone’s attention.

It doesn’t even make sense to me why we would have this class before our magic comes through. I

mean, what fucking skills are we training and perfecting if nothing has developed? Even if I had a

group to slot into, it all seems pointless to me, yet here we were.

“Today we're going to go through where each magical being garners their magic from. Shifters,

demons, and vampires, each pull magic the same way. While angels and Gods can pull from one

source or multiple, it's never known until the time comes,” Professor Fury explains. “We’re going to

delve deeper into the details, with the leaders of each house offering expert knowledge and advice as

we take a closer look at what the future looks like for you.” He places his hands on his hips, nodding

at the house leaders who hover by the door, and they slip into the room, each heading toward a

different group. “Any questions, ask them. It’s going to be important for you to understand every

aspect of magic before you reach your full potential,” he adds, before waving his hand and dismissing

the class, returning their focus back to the assignment.

Murmurs pick up again as everyone chats in small groups, while I continue to hover around Fury

as always.

I notice Sky, the pretty blonde who is the head of Agion, over with the Gods. I’ve never spoken to

her before, only seeing her in passing a few times, but I think a lot of that is because third years oddly

don’t seem to be around that much. Unless I’m just not looking hard enough.

The other leaders though, I have no idea who they are, but I’m sure I’m about to find out.

“Keep up,” Fury barks, not bothering to look back over his shoulder as he heads towards the

vampire group, Khaos catching my eye instantly.

No one should be that fucking hot with messy, uncut hair that dangles in front of their eyes, but

here he is, melting my panties without a single word. His piercing green eyes find mine as we near,

but he doesn’t say anything, which isn’t out of character for him, but the way his eyes rake over me

tells me everything I need to know.

Khaos is the most confusing out of the Elites, or is it Adonis? Xander? Zen? Fuck… all of them

are, but Khaos somehow manages to get under my skin in a way I can’t even begin to explain.

He shakes his head to brush his hair from his eyes, but as soon as he finishes shaking it, it returns

to its previous position, and he doesn’t attempt to correct it again. A slight tug at the corner of his lips

tells me he can clearly feel me watching him, and I quickly clear my throat, diverting my gaze as I get

a grip on my goddamn hormones.

“Hi, for those of you that don’t know me, my name is Marco, and I’m the head of Aeras,” the tall

guy in the middle of the group states, a casual smile on his lips as he glances around at everyone.

“Since we’re all descendants of vampires here it’s safe to assume that we’ll all gain the same skill

sets, which will all manifest from the same source. Can anyone tell me what that is?”

I look around the group, waiting for someone to shout the answer, but to my surprise, a few of

them side glance at each other, seemingly unsure of what to say. But what shocks me even more, is the

eye roll Khaos gives, before planting his hands on his hips and answering in a bored tone.

“The magic comes from within us, but it will deplete if not replenished,” he states, and a few nod

in a mixture of agreement and understanding.

“That’s correct, and what replenishes us?” Marco asks, cocking a brow as he glances for

someone else to answer, but his eyes settle on me with a hint of interest.

In an instant, his fangs extend as his mouth widens and he’s before me in a flash, my wrist poised

at his lips as his eyes flash red. Not the same as mine. Bright, yet harsher. Almost dangerous.

Before I can fully process what he’s about to even do, a fist connects with the side of his face,

snapping his head to the side. It startles the both of us as he releases his grip on me to turn to the

person behind the fist. My heart is racing like crazy in my chest as my arm continues to hang in the air