Victor Rookwood is back - and he's more dangerous than ever.
Despite what MC thought, she never truly defeated him. Rookwood wasn't killed; he was merely weakened, slipping into the shadows to rebuild his forces. Now, he's returned with a single goa...
Ominis, Imelda, and I had made it to the Great Hall, filing in with the sea of other colored robes. Imelda branched off to greet some old chums while I found myself squeezing Ominis' arm a little too tightly. I turned toward the Slytherin table, my eyes locking onto a head of fluffy chestnut-colored hair, facing away from us and chatting with those around it.
There he is.
I could see his muscular back through his robe. Merlin, did he lift trolls as weights or something?
"MC, you're going to squeeze my arm off if you don't cease."
"Shit, sorry, Ominis," I quickly let go of his arm.
"Yes..." I whispered before shaking my head rapidly. "I mean, who?"
Ominis completed the turn of his head towards me and raised one brow.
"MC. I'm blind, not stupid."
"Whatever do you mean?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"I know you're nervous to see Sebastian. You haven't spoken to him in several months. But I also know that your nervousness stems from your feelings for him."
My eyes widened. "What the hell are you on about, Ominis?"
He smirked. "Your affections aren't exactly subtle, especially to someone who can't see. Your voice always goes up a few octaves when speaking to him. You giggle a lot more at what he says when he's not even that funny to begin with."
"You're exaggerating." I rolled my eyes.
"Not in the slightest, MC. You know, it might behoove you to tell him how you feel. Wouldn't you want to know if he felt the same way about you if the shoe was on the other foot?"
I blushed at the idea. Sebastian confessing his feelings for me, dressed sharply, down on his knees perhaps...
"I'll take your silence and the heat emanating off of you as a yes."
"...just shut up and take a seat, Gaunt."
He chuckled and led us to the Slytherin table, plopping us down right across from Sebastian. I kept my head lowered, staring at the empty charger plate in front of me. 'Be strong at all costs. He can't do anything to you — he's just a boy. Do. Not. Waver'
"MC."
I looked up to the sound of my name softly and breathlessly coming out of his mouth. At least, what I was sure was his mouth — I hardly recognized the deeper voice.
Fuck.
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DEFCON 1. I REPEAT. WE ARE IN DEFCON 1. He changed in physical maturity yet looked the exact same as when we said our all-too-brief summer farewells three months ago. How sharp does a jawline need to be, I mean COME ON. His honey-colored eyes burned into me, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to ignore the heat pooling between my thighs.
