Page 67 of Fallen Gods

People will die, and someone’s pissed that their TikTok didn’t go viral.

I roll my eyes and sweep past a group of guys, a few of them looking in my direction like they’re waiting for me to smile. I ignore the usual stares, push my Aethercall, and keep walking. I don’t have time for boys. I already have to tolerate Reeve. And Aric.

I finally make it into room nine and stare.

How typical—Aric’s sitting in the back, Reeve right next to him, engaging with a gaggle of women while tapping his pen on his thigh. Of course they’re hanging on every word he says. I narrow my eyes and peer past him to Aric.

Aric looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he wasn’t even breathing—or maybe he’s just as irritated by the chatter as I am. He radiates intensity, from his steady breaths to the way his pen spins between his fingers over and over again. Then his eyes catch mine. He holds the stare for a beat before a smirk tugs at his lips—the same lips I can’t stop imagining.

There’s no softness in his gaze. Murder? He wears it like a second skin.

I move to the long desk in front of them and start putting down my things. I start with my black Stanley, then pull out a pen, my notebook, my syllabus, and my planner. See? I can be normal, too. I feel a weird sense of accomplishment when I grabmy textbook, my fingers lingering over the front page. Ancient History.

A subject I know more about than I should.

“Hey.” A guy sidles up to me—low voice, bright blond hair, a pencil tucked behind his ear like a weapon he’s not afraid to use. Endir sweatshirt, arms crossed, staring me down like I owe him my number followed by an aggressive text followed by a heart emoji.

“Hey.” I look back at my textbook.

“Aren’t you a freshman?”

I clench my teeth. “Yup.”

“This is an advanced-level class,” he points out. “You must be beautifulandbrilliant.”

“Yeah, okay.” He’s either trying to flirt or just doesn’t know how to talk to girls. I stand. “Listen—” I pause, waiting for his name. I have manners; they’re just buried under my zero tolerance for bullshit and guys who think the world owes them something.

“Zane,” he says proudly.

“Great, Zane, I’m going to save you the trouble. I’m one nervous breakdown away from turning into a serial killer, and my dad knows how to bury bodies very well. I wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole.”

“So true,” Reeve says under his breath from behind me. Okay, I may have been hoping for someone on my team, but this was not what I meant. Thanks, universe.

I keep talking. “I know I look fun, but I’m not some shiny trophy you pull out and polish when it suits you. I’m more the type who waits under your bed with a knife—”

“Or the closet,” Reeve says behind me helpfully. “Or the living room with the candlestick, the kitchen with the rope—honestly, dude, it doesn’t matter what objects she has, the end is always death. I’d run, don’t walk.”

Zane slowly backs away from me and whispers “bitch” under his breath.

“Nice to meet you!” I say cheerfully and take my seat again.

“Your first class and you already made someone cry. I had my bets on a professor, not a transfer for the football team,” Reeve grumbles. “Do you even know how to smile or talk in any way that isn’t dripping with sarcasm?”

“Sarcasm is supposed to be a semi-intelligent deterrent from idiots, and yet it never repels you. I can never figure out why.”

Reeve elbows Aric. “We’re drawn to danger.”

Aric snorts out a laugh. Okay, so he does still have a pulse. “I must admit, I’m curious about one thing.”

“Ah, he speaks.” I cross my arms. Finally. “Yes?”

“You were homeschooled the last two years, and even with AP classes, you still wouldn’t have the credits or prerequisites for Dr. Tyrson’s course. I call bullshit. It kinda feels like stalking at this point. Hate to break it to you, but the answer was no two years ago, and it’s still no now.”

Indignation scorches my throat. “Check your info again. I aced all my AP exams to be here. Sadly for you, that means you’re stuck with me all semester. May your eyes bleed from the torment.”

“I’m sitting behind you. Trust me, they already are.” His dark eyes flash white briefly before turning back to normal, and suddenly I’m very aware that I have my back to a dangerous enemy, one who has no clue how powerful he really is and who I really shouldn’t piss off right now. I calmly reach for a pen so I have something I can use as a weapon and wait.

A loud voice breaks the tension in the room. “If you haven’t already, open the app you were instructed to download along with your packets, locate your partner, and please sit next to them. Hurry up now; we don’t have all day.”