Chapter 11
Eleven
You’re fucking fated to the only full shifting demigod!
I’m going to kill him.
CASTIEL!
I ram into every shield. No defense is strong enough to keep me out. To keep me from strangling the male I’ve always considered a brother.
He lied.
He lied right to my face while flaunting her fucking bitemark.
A force of destruction rips through the air, crashing into the walls and splintering the ceiling.
Fractures spiderweb across the ceiling of my classroom from the force.
It had taken a full week for the cleaning crew to fix my classroom after Mavyn and Percius’s battle in here – making it look brand new – and now there are cracks along the ceiling like there were two months ago.
I try ripping into his mind again, but his last defense holds strong. Only because of his primordial mother is he able to keep me out. He better be worshiping her for that.
I’d use the strength of my true form to get through, but there’s a knock on my door.
I fling it open and there’s a line a students on the other side.
The first one being a certain rosy eyed bloodsucker.
I haven’t seen her since Thursday of last week.
Four whole days I’ve gone without seeing my fated.
She steps into the classroom and immediately looks up. My aura is still fuming but she doesn’t spare it a glance as she raises a brow at me before tugging her earbuds out and making her way to her desk.
Callahan grins knowingly at me as he follows after her and her roommate keeps her eyes on the ground.
Ms. Waterstone hasn’t looked at me once – hasn’t spoken, hasn’t participated in class, hasn’t given me any reason to speak with her – in the last two months.
Not since that first confrontation Mavyn had with my twin brother.
Everyone else starts filing in, hesitantly and carefully not gawking at the ceiling. My eyes don’t leave her. There’s something different about her. Something –
She sits in her seat and my mind processes that it was not rosy pink eyes I had first seen. Once she’s sat and sets her tablet and music player on the desk she lifts her head and looks directly at me.
Directly at me with blood red eyes.
Her aura sitting very close around her sparking with flickers of power.
I had felt the clouds rolling in earlier – that must have been her.
Using her magic over the element of lightning to create the not quite formed storm.
I assume so she doesn’t have to use her umbrella since it had been a clear sky this morning and she doesn’t have it with her.
I wish I could touch her again. Have her in my arms like she was before. Her lips about to brush mine and her scent the only thing filling my lungs.
She’s fated to Castiel.
That thought has me steeling myself as I raise a brow at her like she had me.
I know she had been with Callahan this morning running through the edges of the Hinterwood – which is reckless, especially from Callahan – before she went into her dorm to get ready.
Which means she had to have at least found out Castiel was her fated by last night.
Callahan knocks on my mental shields as she leans over to him and whispers something. I open my mind to him and his amusement greets me, but behind it I can feel his rage.
She said to be a good boy and teach your lesson without breaking anything else. Please and thank you.
In the background I can hear the bell ring and my class being full of students, but all I can focus on is her. Four fucking days.
Within Callahan’s mind I can feel his walls wavering. That rage raising its head for a moment before he locks it back up.
If it helps – which I know it doesn’t – but she also didn’t tell me. I found out the same way you did.
She keeps her focus on her tablet as the rest of the class waits. Most of them are glancing at her and their open thoughts cloud the space. I’m sure by now the whole school has seen that video of her and Ms. Waterstone.
I wouldn’t have seen it if Darian hadn’t sent me a link to it.
The damn angel said he thought I’d appreciate the heads up.
Since it hasn’t been announced yet about Mavyn actually being a vampyr and us being fated.
I don’t know how anyone would think she’s still a vampire after seeing that battle two months ago.
Everyone had either witnessed it, felt it, or seen the aftermath.
I want nothing more than to ask her about it. About her and Castiel. He’s practically my brother and best friend, and he lied straight to my face when I asked if he was fated to her like Callahan was. Like I was.
Pulling my aura back to me, I hear a few exhales from the students and turn towards the board. “Today,” I announce, gaining everyone’s attention, “we will begin our first lesson of destiny and fate and the nine connections associated with them.”
I can feel her eyes snapping to the back of my head as I write the lesson down. I can feel her glare.
I wonder if she’d still glare like that bent over my knee. Or better yet, over my desk as I –
You’re making me fucking hard, Asier.
I choke, and reign in my lust while kicking Callahan who’s chuckling darkly at me out of my mind. I have a godsdamned class to teach.
Clearing my throat, I face the class and just as I suspected – she’s glaring at me. Burning eyes locked right on me as I smirk. “Who knows who the first fated were in history?”
I wonder if she knows. If her knowledge extends to that too. Her eyes narrow and there’s a flash in them. It’s that same flash that’s happened before. A tell. If she didn’t know the answer she does now.
“Ms. Tsuki?”
All the hands that were beginning to raise lower as the corner of her upper lip lifts. “In all of history, or just in the history of Miy?”
Curiosity sparks. She has a point with that. There are other worlds and universes far older than just this one.
“After all,” she continues, a rough edge to her tone, “this is Magic History, not Magic History of just Miy.”
She’s toeing the line with her attitude and unfortunately it’s turning me on.
Tell her to knock it off, I tell Callahan. He’s right next to her with his hand covering his mouth, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes.
“Of Miy,” I clip, and she rolls her eyes as she leans back in her chair.
“Well. . . I’d say the first record was the love story between Desmityros and Hessenti. The famous primordial devil – first and only devil to be a primordial – and the primordial goddess of shapeshifters and runes.”
There’s a but there. I know there is.
“But. . . ?” I finally asks. Her scent flickering with a fluctuation for a moment and her expression wavers at it.
“But Syngenia the first blood witch created was fated long before she herself was created.”
And there.
I had already created a sound barrier around the classroom waiting for her to speak history that has been long locked up and forgotten.
“There had been an altercation because of it. Syngenia had five who were fated to her, and as only a celestial the primordials believed she was unworthy to have so many powerful beings connected to her. One of her fated even being a god made before Hessenti Goddess of shapeshifters and runes. It was the same for her daughter too, Syngenia the first vampyr, and her granddaughter, Sanivin the first vampire. Each of them has five fated as well.”
I wish she would let me into her mind so I can tell her how much of a good girl she is listening to me. I wonder if we could train with her and gain her trust enough so that she would let us in.
“And how is it that Syngenia was the first being to have a fated?” I ask. I want her to elaborate on it more. More so because not even I know the full truth of the history, but I also love hearing her voice.
She looks off to the side and a line forms between her brows as she thinks.
“Fate and destiny are often used interchangeably, but there is a difference between them. Destiny is the road where fate is the destination. Destiny is choice, fate is set. You can choose any road you want, make your own decisions in your life, but no matter what you will always end in the same place. Even if there is a rest stop somewhere you stay at for a long time, no matter what fate is fate.”
Her expression sobers as she thinks of something. Her mind working in a way I wish I could understand.
“Everyone has at least one fate,” she continues, but it doesn’t sound like she’s speaking to us anymore. “Death. No matter what you do or which path you take, death is certain. Unless you’re forgotten.”
I glance at Callahan who’s carefully watching her. She’s gotten lost in her head and there’s a hitch in the air where Callahan’s panic floods my mind. Then she disappears.
Just. Like. That.
My soul splits and my true devil roars because that tie that had been connecting us, the fate between us, it’s cut. My end of it drifting on a phantom breeze within me, untied.
Ashes drift where she had just been sitting. She’s gone.