In a world where magic was a privilege to a very reduced number of people, a few select out of the most powerful families, Chesterfield college for gifted new adults was a very rare privilege.
After a life-altering accident, Skylar Evander, only chi...
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' I knew no end to desiring you.'
Roland Barthes
( S K Y L A R )
The sparring grounds were huge, with endless numbers of fighting mats surrounded by grass and pine trees, it almost reminded me of Evander estate's grounds, minus the flowers which were on the other side of the castle.
We've been asked by Professor Blackthorn to stand in two lines after an endless run. I ended up on one side with my three roommates on the other. Wren Irie was standing right next to me, I tried to not cringe. She didn't do anything to hurt me, and I felt like a shitty person for not liking her without reason.
I tried to breathe through my erratic breath, feeling sweat and hair sticking to my forehead and cheeks. I was probably deeply flushed while standing next to a very athletic, very much gorgeous girl. God, I was a mess.
"Alright class." Blackthorne clapped. "Sparring time. I'll select the pairs. You will stick with your pairs through everything." He emphasized, staring at us with disturbing precision. "And by everything I mean every single class. Not only mine."
I stiffened but said nothing. At least the man believed in consistency. I was very much silent with everything he said, until in the middle of his process of pairing us up, he made the unforgivable mistake of pairing an Evander with a God-forsaken Silas.
I was dumbfounded, staring between Silas, who was wearing his infuriating smug grin, and Blackthorne, who frowned when I hadn't moved an inch. "A problem there, Ms. Evander?" His voice was utterly terrifying.
"A very serious one at that." I managed to gather my courage. "I'm not pairing up with him, Sir. That's not happening."
I knew I sounded impolite, insolent and all what comes in between, but there was nothing in the world that'd make me pair up with the boy who blackmailed me into coming her in the first place.
"You'd want to discuss that matter with Lord Everlore, Evander." He said, voice cold and hard and every bit displeased. "You are a soldier under my watch. Whatever I command,
"Yes sir." I clenched my fists and nodded, walking begrudgingly to where Silas stood, tall and proud and arrogant.
"Don't look so excited." He scoffed sarcastically, "It's not like I'm pleased by your company. But orders are orders, and deals are deals."
"Can we carry on this sparring without your monologue, Silas?" I walked over to the sparring mat that was assigned to us, he gave me a lopsided grin. "Yes, Ma'am."
He was fast and powerful, and I was clueless and awkward, at some point, he had my hand painfully twisted behind my back, a whimper broke through my throat. "Where's your smart mouth now, little Skyline?" He taunted against the shell of my ear.
