Chapter 27 Zane
Zane
Why had we come back to this shithole of a place again? I’d asked the bear that exact question when we arrived back here after it struck me we’d have been better off taking an extended vacation somewhere nice. Like the fae realm.
I wasn’t a fan of forced education, and in the three years I’d spent at Starfall Academy, I reckoned I’d learned exactly nothing.
Mostly because I refused to engage, as Montgomery repeatedly told me in my student appraisals.
Montgomery was a fucking liar; I engaged all the time.
In orgies, criminal activities, and whatever else I felt like doing.
Classes were for losers. There was nothing the likes of Dunton and Oakman could teach me, and I didn’t need a shifter PT instructor to show me self-defense moves or how to kill a demon in three easy steps.
Pro tip: be prepared for it to get messy.
I lurked outside the classroom where my precious pet sat bored as fuck while Professor Dumbass droned on about vampires. If she wanted to know about vampires, all she had to do was ask her bitey mate.
I smirked to myself at the thought of Dunton’s face if the vamp showed up flashing his fangs like a badass.
The old fool would legit piss himself.
To be frank, most mages would, seeing as how I was ninety-nine percent sure they were behind the bloodborne virus.
A door opened nearby, so I shifted into a crow to avoid attracting attention while I stalked my little witch. Birds were common inside the old campus buildings. Students often left the exit doors ajar, and the roofs had more holes than a demon after one of my interrogation sessions.
Thanks to my much-improved bird vision, I spotted something moving extremely fast; too fast for a witch or mage. I ducked my head out of the alcove to see a vampire disguised as a shifter materialize outside Raven’s classroom.
Was she in trouble?
Since I couldn’t ask while in bird form, and I was reasonably sure the vampire didn’t speak crow, I shifted back.
“Do I need to kill someone?” I summoned a blade just in case. Montgomery had strict rules about bringing weapons onto campus, but the last time he’d tried punishing me, his apartment suffered an unexpected fire. Strangely, he didn’t bother complaining again.
“My queen is upset about something,” Rasmus said in his weird accent. He flexed his shoulders, and I noted how he’d bulked up since we’d rescued him from his grim little cave in a mountain.
“I’ll go rescue her,” I told him. Not waiting for a reply, I stormed into the classroom, flashing my blade around for funsies.
Several witches screamed, and a bunch of pathetic wolf shifters nearly shit themselves as they scrambled out of my way.
“Mr. Vanyx! What on earth do you think you’re doing! This is a first-year class!” Wow. Professor Dumbass needed to chill the fuck out or he’d end up keeling over.
“I fancied a refresher lesson on…” I squinted at the whiteboard behind Dunton’s head.
“Vampires.” Glynda snorted and then coughed to disguise it.
“Never know when you might meet a hungry bloodsucker.” A witch nearby shrieked when I snapped my teeth at her.
Her fear tasted vile, but I sucked it up anyway. Waste not, want not.
“Zane!” My pet huffed crossly, her pretty cheeks an adorable shade of pink because I’d embarrassed her. Oops. “Why are you here? I’m fine.”
“The Mage Council needs to lock him up,” Demelza complained loudly. “It’s obvious he’s mentally unwell.” A sharp jolt of anxiety twisted the tether between me and my precious mate. Her pink cheeks faded to white as the sour taste of her fear made my gut clench.
Was Demelza the reason Rasmus had picked up on her distress? I’d been so busy thinking about all the naughty things I wanted to do to my pet that I’d not paid enough attention to her emotions through the bond.
I spun on my toes to eyeball the bitch witch, ignoring Dunton’s increasingly loud rant about unacceptable behavior.
“You want to lock me up, Demented?” A few shifters laughed at my new name for the witch, but from her furious glare, she didn’t appreciate my sense of humor.
“You’re just like your psycho father!” A fireball formed in her hand before Dunton dropped water on her head.
“Miss Thorn. I do not need any input from you.” I smirked as the witch silently seethed in her seat. “And as for you, Mr. Vanyx, kindly get out of my classroom before I report you to the headmaster.”
Unable to contain my amusement at such a hollow threat, I guffawed loudly.
“No, I think I’ll stay, actually. According to rule seventy-two, paragraph fifteen of the Student Handbook, I’m allowed to be with my soul-bonded mate in lessons, even if she’s in a different year group, and there’s fuck all you can do to stop it.”
A faint hum of approval from outside the classroom rippled across our mate bond before the vampire vanished.
“But if my mate is bored, which would be understandable, since listening to you is like watching a wolf shifter fuck a hole in a tree, then I’m happy to remove her from the room.
I’m in favor of more hands-on lessons, so a practical tutorial in blood play will be way more enjoyable than reading some dry-as-fuck textbook. ”
“Blood play?” Raven chewed her bottom lip and the delicious aroma of her arousal hit me.
“Yes, my pet.” I licked my lips at the thought of her coming around my cock as Count Jugular sucked on her juicy tit.
Dunton stuttered, unable to come up with a suitable riposte, while Demelza huddled with her coven, bad-mouthing me and mine.
The nasty witch was now at the top of my shit list. I’d had enough of her swanning around campus, pretending she was the Queen Bee.
Her father might be one of Tiberius Vane’s cronies, but if she thought she was untouchable, she was very much mistaken.
It would be truly tragic if the stupid slut died in a random demon attack off-campus. I’d mourn her passing for at least one second. Which would be one second too long, frankly.
“Time to go, pet.” I pulled my mate out of her chair and blinked her away from the classroom. If Dunton had anything to say about it, or downgraded her next assignment as a punishment, the bastard would die.