Page 19 of Messenger of Death (Ouroboros Academy #2)
R unning wasn’t my favorite thing. I loved taking walks, but running not so much.
Elliot warned us Professor Adamastus could be brutal if you fucked with him.
Professor Adamastus knew damned well someone was fucking with Blaize and since it didn’t happen where Elliot and Petros could laugh about it, it was probably someone in our class.
He didn’t demand to know who did it or why. He just made us run for the rest of class. I was wheezing, but I didn’t complain because technically, that entire spectacle was my guys getting revenge for me.
I wasn’t even angry about it. If anything, it was romantic.
Blaize was a pest, but he didn’t deserve Liam’s brand of revenge.
They came up with an alternative and it was perfect.
Dick pics were gross and felt a little violating, especially when all I did was have what I thought was a pleasant conversation with someone.
I was dragging back to my dorm to shower before dinner because I just felt gross. Morgana met us in the hall with Elliot and Petros. They all fell out laughing.
“You’ve been Ares’ed. What did you do?” Morgana said.
“It was worth it,” Liam said.
“So, the entire class ended up having to run, but we got some revenge for a photo that was sent to Sage,” Khalid said.
“Seriously?” Elliot said. “Everyone saw Blaize slinking back to his dorm room covered in shit and several people are saying he’s a goat fucker. That was beautiful.”
“It really was,” Morgana said. “He sends them to everyone who talks to him. He’s kind of a celebrity among supernaturals and it’s like he thinks sending nudes is giving people autographed headshots. Blaize is pretty, but he’s not everyone’s type, even though he thinks he is.”
Iman came padding up to us and shocked the shit out of me when she jumped right at Ivar. She wasn’t attacking him. He caught her, and she settled in like that was where she wanted to be.
“Did someone misplace their familiar?” Ivar asked.
“That’s our roommate,” I said. “She’s stuck like that.”
“She also hates everyone, so I don’t know what that’s all about,” Morgana said.
“Nah, she just wants people to leave her alone. She doesn’t care enough to hate them,” Liam said. “She’s a cat. She’s allowed to have boundaries. Iman got in on the revenge, too.”
“Well, I like cats and I’m not going to complain if Iman wants me to carry her around.”
Iman twisted out of Ivar’s arms and draped herself around his shoulders. They all shrugged like they understood cats, or women stuck as a cat, and headed off towards their dorm.
“I’m going to be late coming back to our dorm,” Morgana said. “If your men know what’s good for them, they will be late going back to their dorm, too.”
“We need some kind of system,” I said.
Morgana would be having sex and now that I’d kissed them, I wanted to have sex. I could relax and actually enjoy it now that it was someone I had a connection with instead of a one-night stand in a hostel where I refused to stay the night so I didn’t get robbed.
“Turtle socks,” Morgana said. “If there’s a turtle sock on the door, it’s not safe to go in.”
“That’s oddly specific,” I said.
“You’d think it was hilarious if you were a witch. Use your card to buy some.”
“Will do.”
“Listen, love, I can tell running is just not your thing and I feel guilty you got punished. How about a massage before dinner?” Liam said.
“I might actually be better at that,” Khalid said. “My brother and I were both into boxing for a little while. I decided I liked books more. It was cheaper to learn to give each other massages than to pay someone every time.”
“We can both rub her down and she can pick her favorite,” Liam said.
“Why don’t one of you take her back, the other rub her feet, and someone else can brush her hair?” Lucian said.
“Your kidneys are getting less punchable every day,” Liam said. “I might actually be starting to like you.”
“I still hate you.”
“Lucian had a good idea,” Khalid said. “How about some pampering, Sage?”
“She needs a snack after all that running,” Lucian said.
Yes, I did. How did Lucian always seem to know that?
“No one has ever done anything like that for me before,” I said.
They hadn’t. I wasn’t really raised to expect it, either. It was nice, but it also made me a little uncomfortable.
“Sage, you’re a fucking god. A pretty powerful one based on how everyone reacted when they realized who you were. We’re all gods, but is there anything wrong with treating you like one?” Khalid said.
“We’re bonded,” Liam said. “Lucian needs blood, so I’m giving him mine. Khalid is eventually going to need our help with something. Girl, you have a magnificent set of legs, but you didn’t get them running. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. Let us help.”
“Are you sure you’re not trying to get me naked?”
“We don’t need—Sweet mother Mary,” Liam said when I yanked my shirt off.
They might not need me naked, but I was planning on being that way. I had other plans. They were right about one thing. We were bonded, and we’d eventually be spoiling each other when we needed it.
I would be sore tomorrow without the massage, but that also didn’t mean I couldn’t thank them for it after.