Burned By Fire (Academy of Rejects #3)

Chapter 1

FUCK

“Skye, have a seat.”

I stare at the chair in front of Tamara’s desk and shake my head. It’s late and the only thing I want to do is slip off to Harlow’s bedroom and crawl under the covers and never wake up. Well, not never but… I blow out a small sigh and shake my head. “Why did you call me in here?”

“Because we know everything.”

I swallow nervously, taking a step back toward the entrance of the hallway, keeping an eye out for any lingering enforcers. They seem to have mysteriously disappeared in the last several hours but I’m not holding my breath.

“You have no idea what you’re dealing with. Grimrose isn’t just a place… look, whatever you think we don’t know, we do. This academy doesn’t keep secrets well.”

I still don’t say anything because I’m not sure how to respond. Tamara says she knows everything but does she? Does she really? Or does she just know some of it?

She rounds her desk, her hands wringing together in front of her, something like concern flickering across her face. I know well enough now not to trust it.

“We know that your mates are changing, that they don’t follow the elements laid out by The Council.

And we know that you have Magila who haven’t existed for years, maybe decades.

” She tilts her head to the side, her shoulders falling in defeat.

“Skye, we know you have a Phoenix. You aren’t safe. Stellan isn’t safe.”

I snort at that, not sure why she thought I was safe before then.

I want to ask how she knows but I figure that I won’t get a straight answer.

So, I just mumble a thank you and scurry off down the hallway for bed.

Harlow is waiting for me, searching my expression for any sign of distress before dragging me into bed and wrapping his arms around me.

We’re not safe.

I’m pretty sure we haven’t been safe since I stepped into Grimrose Academy. If Tamara thinks this is going to put her in my good graces, think again.