Fallen Kings

33

An o****m explodes like fireworks through my body. I moan even louder and throw my head back, my hips moving in time with Callan’s c**k and fingers, taking everything he can give me. I feel his energy slam into me like a freight train as he climaxes too. f**k, I forgot how strong he is. His powerful light fills me up until it’s practically spilling out of me. Damn, I missed this.

I missed him.

Callan gives my ass a tender squeeze as he pulls out of me. I regret the loss of connection immediately. I could do this all night long and never get enough of him. I spin around and face him with challenge in my eyes, but then he kisses me, softer this time. Almost…tenderly.

The front door slams shut, and we freeze. Marcus walks into the kitchen and raises his eyebrows, a bemused expression on his face. “Well, it’s about time you two made up.”

I realize what this must look like. “We did not make up.”

Callan, still naked and glistening with sweat and s*x, bends over and grabs his towel. “Isn’t that what we just did?”

I yank my skirt down and pick up my ruined panties. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”

Without another word, I stalk out of the kitchen.Chapter Twenty-Two

Olivia

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wo days later, I arrive back at my dorm and find a bouquet of red roses with a note that says, Better? I sigh and throw the note away but set the roses on prominent display on the dining table. At least Callan got the hint.

We’re no closer to finding out how to destroy the Staff and I’m starting to get antsy, but I have a new plan. If Seraphim Academy’s library doesn’t have anything, maybe Hellspawn Academy’s will. Baal invited me there over a year ago and I turned him down, but I assume the offer still stands. Besides, I’d like to embrace my demon side even more.

The opportunity comes at the first sporting event this year, which is being held at Hellspawn Academy. The sport this year is basketball, and since I’m not friends with anyone on the team I couldn’t care less about the game, but a free ride to Hellspawn Academy is exactly what I need right now.

The guys are against it, of course, but do they control me? No, they do not.

It isn’t too hard to convince Uriel to let me go, since there have been no Duskhunter attacks all year, but he did give me one condition: I had to take someone with me for protection. I grumbled and asked my brother, who wanted to go anyway since he loves sports.

So here we are, joining the basketball team and their guests as we head out into the forest. I have no idea where we’re going, but excitement makes my blood race. I’ve always been curious about Hellspawn Academy and now I finally get to visit it.

Hilda and Raziel chaperone the students, and they stop in front of two trees whose branches have fused together, forming an arch. Raziel touches a certain spot on it and says a few words in Latin, and then the arch shimmers and a door forms between it, made from golden light. This school continues to surprise me with its secrets, even after all this time.

“This doorway was built between Seraphim Academy and Hellspawn Academy about thirty years ago, after the Earth Accords were signed and the yearly sports games were established,” Raziel says, loving this opportunity to lecture us on some angel-demon history. He adjusts his basketball-covered bowtie and opens the door, through which we see another forest that doesn’t line up with this one. “It’s a symbol of the peace between our two schools and—”

“Yeah, yeah, enough history,” Hilda says, as she waves us forward. “Let’s get in there and kick some demon ass!”

The basketball team cheers and begins heading through the magical doorway. I give Jonah an excited smile before following them. There’s a slight tickle against my skin as I walk through the glowing door, and then I’m in a different forest. The trees are shorter, skinnier, and closer together, with lighter colored leaves. The crisp, mountain air has been replaced by a warm, earthy scent. We’ve gone from northern California to upstate New York in the blink of an eye.

A small contingent of demons awaits us on the other side, led by Baal, the vampire Archdemon and the headmaster of Hellspawn Academy—and one of my mother’s former lovers, apparently. The others are probably professors here, and they range from a somber woman wearing a black dress that looks like it was from the Victorian era, complete with a veil over her face, to a scruffy guy in jeans and a well-worn t-shirt with a raven sitting on his shoulder. I’m super curious about them, but I hang back with Jonah while Hilda and Raziel speak with Baal about the game. After a few minutes they wave for the team and the guests to follow them. They take off with the Hellspawn professors, but Baal holds up a hand for me to wait.

He looks like an old-school vampire with long black hair and an all-black suit, and he’s mouth-wateringly handsome and oozing power, money, and age. I can see why Lilith would go for him. “Welcome to Hellspawn Academy, Olivia. It’s about time you visited us.” “Thanks. I tried to come last year, but Uriel said it was a bad idea with the Duskhunter attacks.” I gesture to Jonah, who keeps glancing past Baal at the basketball team as they walk away. “This is my brother, Jonah.”

“A pleasure.” Baal begins heading in the same direction through the trees. “I’d like to give you a tour of our school, and I’d be happy to answer any questions you have about it, or about demons in general. Unless you’d like to watch the game, of course.”