Page 4 of My Demon Teacher
Even though I know he loves me and I love him back, I can’t help feeling insecure.
Maybe he only wants to love me behind closed doors.
CHAPTER TWO
“YOU’RE MASON’S BROTHER, AREN’T YOU?”
“Oh man, I don’t know what to do. I am soooo failing my necromancy class.”
Jace’s long face gets even longer, if that’s even possible, and I give him a hug. He’s been panicking about his power since the start of the last semester.
“I thought you were getting better.”
He scoffs.
“Better my ass. I can’t raise them for more than a couple of seconds and don’t even talk to me about controlling them or anything like that. Mr. Sorrowhand is so disappointed in me. I’m like the only one in my class who’s so hopeless.”
“You’re not hopeless.” I rub his shoulders as I let him go and we walk out to the beautifully green courtyard.
It’s full of students and magic lingers in the air just as much as it does in the halls and rooms of the castle.
“I am. Out of ten necromancers, I’m the worst. Ergo, hopeless.”
“But you’re so good with spells. Maybe you just need practice.” Says me, who’s so brand new to magic I can’t even feel the magic of a spell, let alone be able to use it.
I may be an eldritch witch and quite powerful when invoking, but I’m an absolute novice in anything else magical. Well, except maybe potion making, but even then, my knowledge is more theoretical than practical.
“Yeah, that doesn’t count for squat if I can’t use my natural power.”
I purse my lips and sigh.
“Maybe there’s a book we can get from the library? Or I can check the apothecary for any potions that might help?”
I could also ask Lucian for advice since he knows so much about the world of witchcraft.
Of course there’s a demon’s potent load, but I’ll die before I let Lucian fuck anyone else. Not that I control him or anything, but yeah, seeing him fuck my best friend just so he can get stronger is not how I picture my relationship with Lucian or my friendship with Jace.
“Hello there.” A tall blond guy steps out from behind a tree and approaches us with a group of guys trailing behind him.
They’re all wearing shirts and suit jackets as if they’re trainee businessmen rather than students.
Jace hooks his arm around mine, and I resist the urge to run. The blond guy is the same one who spoke in class. The one I recognize from Mason’s get-together last year.
“Hi,” I tell him.
I want to see if I recognize any of the others, but the blond guy is staring too hard. What if this is a subconscious cock fight? The last thing I need is to lose status on day one.
“You’re Mason’s brother, aren’t you?”
I raise an eyebrow and stand a little taller.
“Stepbrother.”
The blond guy smiles and bobs his head.
“I knew I recognized you from somewhere. I don’t know if you remember, but I think we met last year at his party.”
“I remember you. Paul, something?”