It had been six hours since Genevieve was still not back yet. But Cole wasn’t worried about her. No matter how long she was away, he knew she could take care of herself. So there really was no reason for him to worry about her. He knew she didn’t walk there this time. She must’ve taken a portal or something, so she shouldn’t have taken to long to return. But Cole tried not to let it bother him so much. He had to stay calm. Yet, he couldn’t help his nerved. Because if something happened to Genevieve, then that meant he might never get Syanna back. And, hell, the thought was scary. It that didn’t stop the feeling he had in his stomach every passing second. It was almost the same like what he felt the first time he realised that something bad would happen to Syanna, and to think that something else might happen when Genevieve wasn’t here made his stomach ache. There was no way he would’ve known what to do if something were to indeed happen. And if anything happened to Isaac or Sya
Dying would have been less painful. It had certainly been a consideration for the last two hours Cole had been walking along a long, wet road, soaked from head to toe from the drenching rain that woke him up in the middle of nowhere. Cole had no idea where he was, who he was or where he was going. All he knew was his name, and that he woke up in the forest with the utmost worst headache in what must’ve been the history of headaches. It didn’t help that outside was pitch black either, after the sun had left him to nothing but the dim moonlight and his instincts. Cole considered staying in the forest until a mountain lion or wolf found him, hoping to put him out of his misery. But he willed himself to try and find civilisation—only heaven knows why. Yet, after two hours of walking, Cole’s feet didn’t feel tired or worn. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel relieved or terrified. Surely, that can’t be humanly possible, right? Heaving out a breath, Cole waved at another car as its
*Two Years Later* Five minutes. He had five minutes to get to the East Gate, and he’ll bid the godforsaken academy goodbye. For two years, Cole had been stuck here. For two years, he had wanted nothing but to get the hell out. And finally, after months of trying, he would be free. The witch, Genevieve, was a hard shell to crack. She was the one who brought him here, and Cole was sure to make her life a living hell because of it. But, a year ago, she promised that if he could leave her alone for twelve months, she'd arrange for him to go. Of course, it hasn’t been easy. Cole was called the Prince of Darkness for a reason. Everyone here feared him, or at least respected him, even the headmistress. So, going all this time without poking fun at Genevieve was hard, but hell, it was worth it. He rechecked his watch, which showed him that he had four minutes to go. He could make it. He had to. Unici Academy for Supernaturals wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t the place for Cole. He wa
He didn’t remember her. She stared him dead in the eyes, and Syanna was certain he didn’t know who the hell she was. But how could he not? How could the man she had seen in her dreams for the past two years and thought about every passing second not know who she was? It was bad enough that she was here at a school for supernaturals when she was the only human. But could she really exist with him on the same campus, knowing they knew each other, but he obviously didn’t? Gosh. This was a nightmare. “Just look on the bright side,” Juliet, Syanna’s roommate and only friend, said. “What’s that?” she mumbled, picking at her doughnut. “He’s a jerk, anyway. You dodged a bullet.” Syanna gasped. Coming from anyone else, this would’ve seemed logical and normal. But Juliet was a Cupid—one of three in the entire academy. In the short two weeks that Syanna had known her, Juliet had never said anything bad about anyone or anything. It was just in Juliet’s nature to be friendly and, well
Syanna should’ve heeded Juliet’s advice. She shouldn’t have looked back. Because when she did, she wanted to run. No, forget that. She wanted to evaporate into thin air. The look on Cole’s face as he stormed toward them was nothing but wrath, and he was staring directly at her. What the hell did she do? Only ten minutes ago, he was staring at her with a blank expression as if he didn’t even know her! And now… now he was looking at her as if he wanted to kill her—as if she was the very bane of his existence, and he would do anything to wipe her from the face of this earth. The worst part? Syanna had no idea why. The flowers along the ground shrivelled and died as he got closer, and Syanna’s grip on Juliet’s hand grew impossibly tighter. What would he do to her? What COULD he do to her here at Unici? It was then that Syanna realised he couldn't possibly hurt her right here in front of everyone in the middle of the first day of school. And so, she decided that she wasn’t
The bad thing about being a human in a school full of supernaturals was that one would be considered a ‘Unique.’ As Syanna had gathered from Juliet, the Uniques were the rare supernaturals in the academy. In this particular class, the supernaturals who weren’t common studied together. It was a cool group, with an actual banshee and gargoyle. Syanna didn’t even know those things existed. The class consisted of about twenty people, with two or three creatures alike, and of course, the human, Syanna. The good thing was Juliet was also in this class. The bad thing was, so was Cole. And right now, he was perched on a girl’s desk, and Syanna’s chest had been squeezing since the second he started talking to her. The girl seemed utterly annoyed by his presence, but the way he smirked at her proved that they knew each other quite well, even if that wasn’t in a good way. The girl's eyes were blue and diamond-like—like most of the high witches in the school—and her hair was jet black,
Cole didn’t plan for this to happen. He didn’t get up this morning and decide that he’d push on a stupid brick and get him and Syanna stuck in a witch’s secret library. Yet, he couldn’t deny the fact that he liked it. She looked terrified, that was for sure. And Cole didn’t know if he liked it or not. On one end, this seemed like what she deserved. But on the other hand, seeing her in pain made his chest feel weird. She was pacing the tiny room with her hands in her long, silky hair. Cole couldn’t help but wonder how soft it was, and her big brown eyes were wide in terror. He also noticed how her breaths had gotten shorter and heavier, but he knew it wasn’t because of his presence this time. She obviously didn't like tiny, cramped places. Cole had two choices. He could either relish in the sight of her in pain, knowing that it would be what she deserved for doing whatever the hell she did to him. Or, he could actually try to help her. Help her? He has never helped anyone b
Screw bad decisions. Screw regrets and everything bit of self-loathing she would feel after this moment. Because right now, all Syanna wanted was to feel more of Cole. She knew it was a bad idea from the start to sit beside him. She wasn’t sure if he was aware, but something in his eyes and his entire aura was seductive. They undoubtedly had a connection that she still couldn’t seem to understand, too. So, the moment he held her, she was done for. And now he had his nose buried in her neck, driving her crazy with just the bare hint of his breath fanning against her. It was warm, and by the second, it grew hotter as his fingers dug into her waist and his body drew closer to her. “What is it about you, Syanna?” Cole mumbled, but Syanna could tell it wasn’t a question to be answered. “From the minute I saw you yesterday, you have been doing something to me that no one has ever done before. No one.”“I’m sorry,” she found herself saying, completely forgetting that she was mad at him f