Winterfell Academy BUNDLE: A Spicy Paranormal Why Choose Academy Bully Romance

It was the blonde girl that we saw yesterday. She was leaning against the wall of the building, this time actually in the required school uniform and it fit her even better than those all-black clothes had. It fit her too well. Heat rose to my face when I saw how tight the shirt was over her chest. She had opted for pants like myself, but I couldn’t tell if I was envious of the way she looked in them or turned on at the sight. As we came closer to her it was clear that she was smoking. She tipped her head back showing her long, toned neck and jaw, then ever so slowly exhaled the smoke. Her eyes lazily made contact with mine. 

Fuck. 

I panicked and averted my gaze, and that was when I realized she wasn’t alone. The man with brown eyes was sitting on the ground next to her, also smoking. 

Daxton. The rumored witch.

His form was hidden from our view previously but seeing him now, I knew we were fucked if we went up to them. His eyes were narrowed in our direction and his mouth formed a scowl. His brown orbs burned into my skull even from the distance we were in now. He would be in no mood to talk. 

I pulled harshly on Matt’s hand. He stopped in his tracks and looked back to me with a questioning gaze.  

Don’t talk to them, I signed to him. I wasn’t sure what I felt coming from them but it was not just their looks that made me pause. Even from here the tingling sensation radiating off Daxton, and even the blonde girl, had some type of dangerous aura. It caused the hair on the back of my neck to raise and my blood to pump wildly. 

“Why? I told you I would find a witch for you.” He gave me the same pout that he gave Emma earlier. 

You heard them yesterday, I signed. They don’t like us. 

“No one here does, Rosie,” he said giving me a small smile. 

I was about to sign but I saw the blonde girl’s form suddenly tower over us, shadowing us from the previous sunshine. Even Matt couldn’t compare to her height. The cigarette was still in her hand but she met us with the same cocky smile that she had before. 

“So the low-level really can’t talk,” she jabbed. “I was curious to see it myself. How do you expect to survive here when you can’t even speak?” 

“She can sign and has a phone. It works,” Matt answered for me, obviously not understanding the difference in status here. The blonde girl did not even look at him.

“I’m Eli,” she said to me and stretched her hand out to me. I stared at her large, scarred hand not knowing what to do. 

Would it be rude not to accept? 

High-levels were known to get temperamental against our kind, beating whoever crossed them. 

“I won’t bite,” she joked but the smile never left her face, “outside of the bedroom.”

I took my chances and slipped my hand into hers. It was rougher than I expected and practically swallowed mine. My mind automatically thought of what it would be like to have hands as big as hers trail themselves along my body, around my throat, gripping my hips. Before I could actually get farther in those fantasies her fingers tightened around mine painfully. At first I thought she was just messing around but it got more and more painful every second that passed. I had to bite my lip to stop any noise from escaping my lips. 

“What are you doing?” Matt hissed at Eli. She only tightened her hand more and my knees buckled at the pain causing me to kneel in front of her. A whimper tried to make its way up my throat but I refused to let it out. A pained breath left me.

“This is a good position for you, low-level. I have never met a mute before, and wanted to see what happened when they were in pain.” I swear if she squeezed any harder she was going to break my hand.

Do all high-level possess such strength? I was so weak in comparison it was laughable. 

“No, just me. Don’t think to compare me to the other mediocre demons that go here,” she replied like she was responding to my thoughts. 

“Cause I am,” she said with a smile.

I panicked with this information. If she could read my mind how much could she see? Surface thoughts? My whole life story. Embarrassment flooded. She definitely heard what I thought about her hands. 

I met her eyes; that damn smile was still there but her head was leaned back now and her eyes were hooded. She seemed to be enjoying this immensely. She brought the cigarette in her free hand to her lips and inhaled slowly. She then looked at it quizzically.

“Let her go, now,” Matt demanded.

“Don’t talk to me, low-level.” Her eyes met mine again. “Can mutes scream?” She twirled the cigarette between her fingers.

Please don’t, I begged her. Suddenly the tingling sensation heightened, and a sense of relief filled me. Daxton appeared next to her. He was only slightly shorter and his brown eyes met our conjoined hands. My hand was now starting to turn purple under the pressure. 

“This is a waste of time, Eli.” His eyes met mine slowly. “Even if you cut off her arm she wouldn’t be able to scream.” A cold chill washed over me at his words. Was this really a save or was he just giving her more ideas?

“No one is going to save you, low-level,” Eli responded, but let go of my hand nonetheless. “Find me if you want an encore. You have some interesting thoughts there.”