A murmur of fear and awe goes up among the new students, but I’m frozen still.
“I take it you’ve never seen a demon before,” Atlas says in a low voice, and I jump, turning to see him looking down at me with something that might be a smirk on his perfectly shaped lips. When did he get so close to me, anyway?
“Gee, you think?” I snipe back, acutely aware of his domineering presence over my shoulder.
He chuckles low. “Don’t worry, demons like strong students. He won’t choose to kill you.”
Asshat.
Magnus holds up his clawed hands, and we fall silent. “As you may have gathered,” he says, “I am a demon, and so are all the instructors here. We will be the ones to teach you the ways of dark magic.”
The timid-looking redhead, Ivy, raises her hand. “Does this mean we’ll learn how to, you know…
