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“Hey, sexy,” a voice spoke to me, pulling me from my thoughts as I made my way down the corridor toward my first class of the day.

I looked to see two Light Fae girls giggling and eyeing me up and down, now walking beside me and giving me highly-suggestive looks. The one with the bright-pink hair was twirling her curls at me, being all flirty, while her friend with the silver hair in a cute little pixie cut was playing with the hem of her lavender sundress.

I blinked, realizing in my stressed state, I was inadvertently putting my Incubus allure out there and impacting them.

I glanced down the corridor, the floors a sleek white marble and the walls covered in obsidian-black wallpaper with a strikinggeometric pattern, vertical chrome accents and the soft glow of the LED lighting embedded in the matte-black ceiling breaking up the darkness.

Others had their eye on me too.

Yeah, I was definitely doing it.

I smiled politely at the girls, then smoothly veered off to an alcove away from everyone.

I slumped against the wall and clasped my hands together, breathing in deeply.

“Get control. Get control,” I whispered to myself.

After a few moments, I felt that familiar snap, indicating that I’d shut it down.

And then I left the alcove and continued down the corridor with only a few glances coming my way now. That part was normal for me, because I was a hot piece. But it wasn’t anything more than that and being casual interest from others now.Phew.

I made a turn into my class for this morning—Predatory Influence and Energy Manipulation.

It was certainly apt right about now.

All the classrooms in this place, aside from Combat Hall, were pretty much identical with a cool, modern design. The walls were a deep onyx with shimmering veins that pulsed when magic was cast inside them. There were rows of chrome-framed desks with black glass surfaces. Each had an interactive panel for research and note-taking. The chairs were a sleek black leather. And, at the front, where the professor stood was a massive panel that responded to touch and magical input.

I took the usual seat that I took in every class, at the back on the far left of the room.

Out of the way, basically.

I pulled the textbook out of my messenger bag that had been assigned for this course, which was an overview ofpredatory species,and set it in front of me, then fired up the interactivepanel, pairing it to my laptop, as was standard procedure at the start of every class. It meant I could review my notes in my dorm later on.

As the throngs of students started filtering in, I also caught sight of Professor Lorian Blackwater making his way in. He was a vampire-sorcerer hybrid. His hair was in his same dirty-blond buzz cut and he was dressed in his casual jeans and hoodie combo.

I tensed when someone moved to sit down right beside me.

But then they were eased away by someone else getting up in their space and smoothly moving around them, using a whole lot of muscle and girth to accomplish the task.

I choked when I actually looked up properly and caught sight of who it was.

Vorzyr.

He winked at me and even licked his lips suggestively.

Oh, damn.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted. “Sleep well?”

His long, silk black hair was down and he was dressed up wearing a crimson and gold high-collared coat, the collar itself and the cuffs encrusted with what appeared to be real rubies. He was wearing his maroon leather pants with a thick leather belt that had a gold jeweled buckle.

“Wanted to make a good first impression for my first class of the year,” he told me, as he obviously caught me checking him out. He reached out and fingered my scarf. “Is that what this is all about?”

“No,” I whispered. “It’s because you left marks on me.”

“Having a dragon mark you is a great honor.”

“As if that’s why you did it.”