The Night School [Revised]

No one ever had, or ever really would, mistake Hazel Sinclair for being normal. It just wasn't in her character; it wasn't in her stony eyes, or in the way she held herself, something reminiscent of a predator; lithe and calculated. It wasn't in the way her body was sculpted; meticulously refined, poised, deliberate, and almost statuesque, she gave the impression that she was made of marble; and if you touched her, you would be surprised to find her skin like an open flame rather than smoothened rock. She was the sort of dangerous your instincts knew to avoid, but also the kind of special your instincts knew you would never find again.

Of course Grace Daniels knew that from the second she saw her. She knew it as she and Hazel were thrust together by fate, and Megan, time and time again. She knew it as they fought against each other, but kept returning every time they thought they had escaped. She knew it especially when Hazel had discarded her clothes and borne all of her marvels and scars; she was certainly not made of stone or steel.

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[Revised Edition of Kira Greer (@ZephyrHeart)'s The Night School]

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TRIGGER WARNING: this work contains mature themes and explicit content. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

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[Seriously, this isn't meant to be a light read. I'll do my best to fuck with your feels and my characters.

Also, cursing. We curse here. It's more realistic, even if Wattpad doesn't like it in the comments.]