Page 121 of Spark of Sorcery

“Dude,” Dray chuckles, making the professor growl. “Her scent is fucking awesome – you can smell how wet her pussy is all of the time,” the professor growls more fiercely and his cold magic crackles in the air, “but that doesn’t mean she’s your freaking fated mate.”

“It does,” he says. “For my kind.”

Dray considers the professor, something flickering in his eyes. “So it’s true what they say about you, Prof.,” he says, licking his lips.

“I’d like to talk to the professor alone,” I tell the Princes.

“Err, no,” Dray says.

“It wasn’t a request,” I tell him.

“Still, no.”

“Come on,” Thorne tells the others. “We’ll be right outside the door,” he adds, and I’m not sure if those words are directed at me or Fox.

The three Princes walk out of the room and Dray glares at the professor before closing the door.

When it clicks shut, I round on Fox.

“What the hell?” He takes a shocked step backwards. What was he expecting? Me to run into his arms? “Is this some kind of joke or–”

“No, I’m deadly serious.”

“You truly believe that I am your–”

“Fated mate and I am yours.”

“But I’m the Princes’ fated mate,” I protest, rubbing at my bruised wrists. This is the most incredible conversation. It was hard enough to believe that much was true – but Thorne has the markings now. Whatever exactly Beaufort saw in that vision, it must have been right.

It isn’t possible for me to be Fox’s mate too.

“So they say,” he mutters. “You really think you can trust them?”

“But I should trust you?” I flop back on the bed, folding my arms over my chest and shaking my head in disbelief.

“Why the hell would I lie, Briony?”

“I don’t know. Just like I don’t know why they lied about my sister.”

“Just like you’re lying about whatever has been taking you into the forest every night.”

“You’ve been watching me.”

“Seems like I’m not the only one,” he scoffs.

“Fox,” I say with exasperation, his name making his body taut and alert with concentration. “Do you even like me?”

“I’m obsessed with you, Miss Storm. I’m on the brink of losing my damn mind.”

“That isn’t the same thing.”

And why do I feel disappointed? I bet those in the academy who aren’t crushing all over the Princes, are probably crushing over the hot and broody professor. I bet he has even more admirers outside the academy too. After all, the professor counts Madame Bardin as a past lover.

He says he’s obsessed with me, yet my warped logic and really fucked up heart would rather he said he liked me.

Why do I even care? It’s not like I have feelings for him too … do I?

“When I thought you were …” His neck cords tighten and his voice trails off.