Page 153 of Spark of Sorcery

I shut the wardrobe door and head off for my lessons. There won’t be a chance to speak with the Princes until tonight.

After dinner, Thorne meets me behind the academy buildings and we walk out the back way to the forest, right into the heart of the trees until we find Blaze. On the way we talk about mundane stuff – today’s lessons, if my injuries are still hurting, the upcoming trial. After I’ve spent an hour throwing sticks for Blaze, we walk back and I blurt out what I’ve been wanting to say the whole time.

“I need to talk to the three of you,” I say. His gaze springs my way. “I need to talk to you about Fox.”

“Professor Tudor?” he asks. I nod. “Okay.”

We don’t speak again until we reach the Princes’ tower. He opens the door and instructs me to take a seat in the lounge while he goes to fetch the others.

I’m too nervous to sit though, choosing to pace around the room instead as I bite at the inside of my cheek.

“Hey Kitten,” Dray says a couple of minutes later, bounding into the room. “This isn’t a Wednesday or a Saturday. Do we get more regular visits now?”

He skips right up to me, hooks an arm around my waist and drags me in for a long hard kiss. There’s pure delight and excitement sparking in his eyes when he pulls away. At least, there is until his eyes land on that bruise on my neck.

Oh crap!

“What’s that?” he asks, frowning as the other two join us in the room.

“It’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” I wriggle out of his embrace and take a decided step away. I can’t think straight pressed up against his hard body.

“What’s what?” Beaufort asks, hands deep in his pockets.

“A hickey,” Dray says, “on her neck. You responsible for that, Beau?”

“No,” he says, frowning.

“It was F– Professor Tudor,” I blurt out.

“Fuck,” Beaufort says, taking a step towards me. “Did he try to bite you?”

“No!” I say. “But …” I swallow, “we … did make out.”

I flick my gaze around their faces. Why do I care about how they are going to react to this news? Is it because I don’t want to hurt them? Is it because – as hard as I’ve tried – I’m developing feelings for these men?

My gaze falls to the floor and my throat constricts.

Damn it, Briony!

It’s just sex. That’s all it is.

“Is that what you came here to tell us?” Beaufort asks.His voice is neutral and I can tell by the tone he’s struggling to keep it that way – none of the usual snark or annoyance.

I look back up at him. He’s struggling to keep his face neutral too.

“Just made out?” My eyes flick to Dray. He’s smirking at me with wickedness in his eyes. “I find it hard to believe that’s all you did, knowing you, Kitten.”

“It was a little more than kissing,” I admit.

“Did you sleep with him?” Beaufort asks.

I shake my head.

“Did he touch you?” Dray asks, eyes glinting even more.

I hesitate, then I nod.

“Did he make you come?” Dray licks his lips.