Page 145 of Spark of Sorcery

“That’s because he’s chosen to be a teacher – and that has to suck,” Fly says. “Especially when he could be living it up in Onyx Quarter.”

“I’m not sure that’s the reason,” I say, remembering the bitterness in his voice.

“Did he say who turned him?” Clare asks.

I shake my head. That wasn’t a question I thought about asking and yet now it seems obvious. Especially as he made it sound like he was seduced.

Jealousy prickles in my stomach and I peer down to stare at it.

I need to tell my friends the last piece of news. Thetruly unreal piece. I’ve kept many secrets in my time. But this one is burning way too big a hole in my pocket.

“There’s more.”

Fly rubs his hands together. “Oh good, this keeps getting more and more juicy.”

I lift my gaze.

“Professor Tudor says he has feelings for me.”

Both my friends are speechless. In fact, Fly goes and chokes on the remainder of his chocolate. He coughs and splutters and Clare is forced to slap him on the back.

“I’m sorry,” Fly says, blinking, tears sliding down his cheeks, “I thought you just said Professor Tudor has feelings for you.”

“He does. At least, that’s what he says.”

“Feelings of annoyance or irritability?” Fly asks.

“Err, no,” I say, my cheeks probably glowing as vividly as Clare’s were earlier.

“Romantic feelings?” Clare says in awe.

I nod.

“Wow,” Fly says silently, “just wow.”

“Yeah, exactly,” I say. “I told you he nearly kissed me,” I point out to Fly.

“Yeah, but I didn’t really believe you! Do you have feelings for him too?”

“She’s dating the Princes,” Clare points out, observing me from behind her glasses. “Oh my gosh! Do you?”

Fly swings his laser gaze my way.

“Maybe?” I say in a teeny tiny voice. “Not that I’ve told him.”

“Shit!” Fly says. “But where does that leave you and the Princes?” Alarm rushes into his eyes. “Do they know about this?”

“I have feelings for the Princes too,” I say, laying it allout on the table. “Crazy, weird but very hot feelings for all of them. Which is just insanely right and seriously fucked up. I’m fucked up,” I say pointing to myself.

“You’re not fucked up, Cupcake.” Fly rolls his eyes. “All those dudes are incredibly hot – including Professor Gloom and Doom. Any functioning human being in possession of their right mind would find them irresistible – especially if they were all professing undying love to you.”

“They’re not professing anything like that,” I mutter, although telling me I’m their fated mate must count for something.

“Okay, maybe not love. But they all want to fling you over their incredibly broad shoulders and whisk you off to bed.”

“Blimey,” Clare sighs, “have they actually done that to you?”

“No,” I say.