It’s been a week. An entire week had passed, and Cole had made it his duty to ignore Syanna at all costs. He would see her and snarl at her, but he wouldn’t say a single word to her. Syanna didn’t know why. On one hand, she assumed he was still upset about the entire ‘stuck in a witch’s library and almost kissing’ thing, not that it was any fault of hers. But deep down, Syanna knew he was avoiding her because of what she saw. It puzzled her. Because Cole didn’t seem like the type of person to be ashamed of his darkness. From what she’s gathered from Juliet, Cole was a devil in the body of a handsome phoenix. He never changed or hid from anyone. So, she had no idea why he would start now. Maybe she should’ve just left him alone. Perhaps that was best. But every time she closed her eyes, she would remember the feeling of his breath against her neck, and she’d ache for more. Gosh, how she wanted more of him. And she hated herself for it. She felt like a love-sick fool. This
It happened again. The second the vampires arrived, Cole’s eyes grew dark. And if it was even possible, they were darker than they were the first time it happened. Syanna jumped from her seated position as more and more vampires arrived at the border. It was about twenty against Cole and Isaac, and Syanna knew it was an unfair match. “Don’t,” Cole warned without looking at her, as if sensing that she was about to approach them. “Stay behind the border.” “But why?” a vampire asked through a snarl. His blood-red eyes watched Syanna as if she was the garnish on his plate. She knew he was the leader from his position and the way the others were arranged around him. “You’re not getting anywhere near her,” Cole growled, and the other vampires shrunk back as the grass beneath his feet shrivelled and turned black. Syanna gulped as she watched the encounter. She wanted to scream, run, and, most of all, cry. She wanted to cry because a group of vampires was ready to have her head,
In a minute when it felt like the world had utterly stopped spinning, Syanna didn’t know what to do besides scream. One moment she was trying to stop Cole from committing murder, and in the next, someone or something had grabbed her from behind. Isaac was the only one who saw it coming. He had been pushing against the barrier and growling at something behind her. But Syanna had been too consumed in Cole to notice, and Cole was too busy threatening the vampires. Either way, he wouldn’t be able to help. He was behind the barrier, and there was no way that Syanna could run back to the other side now. It was too late. The sun had started to dip beneath the hills, and the birds flew to their respective homes in flocks of blue and green. At least she’d go peacefully. At least she could watch the beauty of nature as this vampire--because she was sure that he was--would kill her. The minute it all became clear to Cole, his eyes widened, and he launched forward, but was stopped by the barr
Was this what death felt like? Was it supposed to be dazy, crippling and even painful? Syanna didn’t think so. But who was she to know what death felt like? She had never really died before, until now. There was mumbling in the background, and she shuffled in her spot, thinking it might be her parents. Were they waiting for her? Would she be at peace with them, knowing she lived a good 20 years, and that now Cole was free? Cole. Gosh, she remembered the look on his face when that vampire grabbed her. The look of utter pain and agony, and he didn’t even like her. She remembered how he pushed passed that barrier, trying to save her. What force was so greater than the headmistress’s barrier, that Cole, of all people, managed to break through solely to save her? It couldn’t be what she thought it was. It was too soon--far too soon. They barely even shared a proper conversation other than the night two years ago, and he didn’t even remember that moment. So it couldn’t be what she th
Cole came back. He wasn’t halfway across the country, and he wasn’t relishing his freedom. Because, for sure, Cole was standing right in front of them at Genevieve’s door. The witch seemed just as shocked as Syanna. More than anyone else, Genevieve knew how much Cole craved to be free—that he’d do absolutely nothing for his freedom. Yet, here he was. He glanced over Genevieve’s shoulder and met eyes with Syanna, and her stomach erupted in a bundle of butterflies and lit with fire. It was the most amazing feeling she’s ever felt. Cole crossed the room towards her, not even sparing Genevieve or Isaac a glance as he sat beside Syanna. He reached forward, as if he was about to touch her face, but quickly retreated his hand when he realised what he was about to do. But Syanna grabbed it and placed her cheeks in his warm palms. Her eyes fluttered closed as she relished the tingling sensation that ran through her body when he touched her. If Cole even knew what he did to her, he would’
She was heaven on earth. Syanna was the most majestic creature Cole had ever touched, and he didn’t want this moment to end. He hadn’t intended on kissing her today. Hell, all he cared about was keeping her safe and alive. But when she touched him—when she held him and told him to kiss her, he was done for. Although she was the one who suggested the kiss, she seemed timid at first as her lips moved against hers in a slow, teasing caress. Her lips were sweet and soft like he had always imagined. She gripped his shirt for dear life and sank her fingers into his hair with her other hand. She felt pure; she tasted new as if she’s never been kissed before. And quite frankly, Cole loved the idea. He didn’t know why he didn’t take the opportunity to dash for the hills the second he killed that Vechi vampire. He had tried—oh, he tried. He just stood there, staring at the dead vampire and the blood dripping from his hands. Then, he glanced at the trees and bushes he had burnt around him,
She had done it. She had completely lost her mind. Syanna kissed Cole. And the worst part was, she liked it. It had been two days, and everything was finally returning to normal. After she left Genevieve’s secret room the morning after, she was instantly swept away into meetings with the headmistress. At first, Syanna thought she’d be in trouble, although she didn’t do anything wrong. But, with everything that happened, she couldn’t help but believe she had done something wrong. She thought she had done something to the vampires—even if she didn’t intend to. But the headmistress dismissed those thoughts, and the vampires were on strict orders not to harm her. Yet Headmistress Simpson wouldn’t tell Syanna the real reason. So, she was going to find out herself. But she couldn’t get a second without her thoughts being filled with Cole. The way he tasted… the way he held and kissed her…it haunted her. And the worse part, she wanted to do it again. “Earth to Syanna?” Juliet waved
“This is pointless.” Syanna fell into the chair with a huff, leaving a pile of books on the table in front of her. They had been in the library for over two hours and had yet to find anything of worth that could be useful for them, or at least lead to a clue. But they had found nothing, and the enormous library wasn’t helping either. It seemed small from the outside, but it went tall and wide when they stepped in with mountains of shelves of books, and a second floor filled with even more books. There were a few sofas here and there, and a reception area close to the entrance. But the books seemed to have gone on for miles. There was obviously magic involved. There was no way this could’ve been natural. And right now, it wasn’t working in their favour. “Oh ye of little faith,” Isaac teased as he flung a huge, brown book at her. “Keep looking. There has to be something.”Cole, who was leaning against a bookshelf with a smirk on his lips, snorted at Isaac’s comment. “I think we’re