Inescapable : The Hexborn Series Book 2

by Cara E Holt

  “Not at this table you’re not,” he tells her. He reaches for my hand and holds it out over the table. You can hear a pin drop across the cafeteria as everyone strains to listen in. “You see this ring on her finger?”

  Sereia bristles but nods.

  “This ring means that she is mine. So when someone hurts something that’s mine, what do you think might happen?”

  Sereia shrugs and rolls her eye trying to fake boredom, but she is hiding nothing, you can see the fear in her eyes.

  “I’ll tell you what happens shall I? No one hurts her. You are no longer welcome at this table and if you so much as even look in her direction ever again, I will rain down a world of hate on you Sereia.”

  “You can’t mean that?” She gasps with genuine horror on her face. “We have known each other forever. Our families-”

  “Have nothing to do with this. Don’t forget Sereia, us growing up together means I know all your secrets. Now fuck off.”

  The room is deathly silent. Tears threaten Sereia's eyes and a slight whimper breaks from her before she turns on her heels and flees from the room with her two cronies chasing after her like the lap-dogs that they are.

  Drayce cracks his neck, releasing tension. “Now I’ve dealt with that problem, let’s eat.”

  Everyone around the table grins and we carry on as if that situation didn’t just occur and normal conversation resumes itself around the room. I stare at him in utter amazement at the way he just defended me. I place myself on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.

  He looks at me in surprise as he wraps an arm around my waist. With a lazy grin on his face, he asks, “What’s this?”

  I lean in and kiss him with every ounce of passion I feel, and he moans with pleasure. “Thank you,” I whisper against his mouth. “Can we get out of here? I kind of want to hump you silly right now.”

  Drayce grins and stands up, lifting me with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

  Thorin makes some snide joke about us being nympho's and Drayce smacks him playfully around the head before he reaches down and grabs our bags. “Where to baby?”

  “The classics section in the library,” I whisper in his ear as he strides out of the cafeteria with me wrapped around him.

  Drayce strides into the library which is empty due to it being so early and climbs up to the second floor to the classics section at the back. He whispers a spell and makes a wall of silence around us so that no one will hear us, and then he ravishes my mouth with his lips. Drayce Black just publicly declared his ownership of me in front of the entire school and it made me as horny as hell for him. He pushes my back against the bookshelves as his hand snakes under my skirt and he tears off my panties in one quick move. I bite my lip watching him as he slides them in his pocket and holding me in place with one hand he unzips his trousers. With one quick move he thrusts inside me and I cry out as he fills me.

  “Move, Black,” I order, grinding my hips, needing him to move and give me what I want.

  “What my lady wants, my lady gets.” He moves in and out of me in hard, punishing thrusts and I roll my head back and groan in absolute pleasure.

  I don’t care what anyone says, there was no greater pleasure than this, having him deep inside of me, filling me and bringing me to my bliss.

  “Fuck raven, you’re killing me,” He confesses breathlessly as his lips hungrily devour mine. He continues claiming me and I fall apart around him, whimpering his name over and over. He smiles against my mouth as I find my release and then he picks up speed until he falls over the edge and finds his. He lifts his face and meets my eyes. “So you liked that in there, huh?”

  I nod, biting my lip. “I can’t believe you did that for me. You reduced her to nothing for me.”

  He looks deeply into my eyes and runs his thumb over my lips. “You’re mine raven and no one hurts you.”

  I lean in and kiss him deeply, trying to convey to him with my lips the depths of what I feel for him in this moment. We break apart and he gently lifts me and pulls out of me before placing me down on my feet. I laugh as I look around us at all the books that have fallen off the shelves behind us and are scattered all over the floor. I flick my fingers and all the books float back into the rightful place on the shelf.

  “I can’t believe you tore up another pair of my panties. I will have none left.”

  Drayce grins wickedly as he slides his arm over my shoulder and guides me out of the aisle. “That’s the idea raven.”

  The rest of the day goes smoothly. No one makes jokes to me about the pox or shouts anything down the hall. It is as if Drayce’s word is god and no one dares even look at me too long. Rafe takes a seat beside me in Wiccan law and I smile at him knowingly.

  “Hey Casanova,” I tease.

  He grins in response and does a mock bow. “In the flesh.”

  “You have destroyed my friend,” I tell him and he chuckles and winks at me.

  “What can I say? It’s the glasses that do it. Every bad girl has a fantasy about the geeky guy.”

  I nod. “True that, but you make geek look sexy.”

  The teacher walks in at this point and demands silence.

  “Want to plot your revenge after this?” He quickly whispers to me.

  I nod with a wicked smile before turning my attention to the teacher.

  THE SWEET TASTE OF REVENGE

  I bounce out of bed the next morning, brimming with excitement. Today was the day that precious Sereia gets her comeuppance. I really should be the bigger person and walk away from this conflict, but then I look in the mirror and see the red scabs from the putrid pox and any guilt I feel disappears. Our plan was genius. Today was the first game of the season for our football team and Sereia and her little cheer squad would welcome the boys on to the pitch.

  I make my excuses to Drayce that I need to meet up with Rafe to finish a joint project and find him waiting for me outside the library.

  Rafe looks up and down the corridor before he hands me the potion bottle. “Are you okay to do the next part?”

  “Hell yes,” I reply with a wicked grin.

  Everyone has their class after lunch cancelled so we can all watch the game. I find Rafe sitting with Meara in the spectator’s area and take my seat next to him.

  “Hey guys.” I rub my hands together in anticipation of what’s coming.

  “You’re awful cheery,” Meara says, looking at me with suspicion.

  I shrug and smile. “Today is a good day.”

  The band starts up and everyone jumps to their feet and starts cheering as the cheerleaders come out in their tiny uniforms in the school colours, waving their flame pom-poms in the air and working the crowd. The music for the routine starts up and I sit forward in my seat, not wanting to miss a second of what is coming.

  At first Sereia delivers flawless moves, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she moves to the beat of the music. Covering my mouth with my hand, I whisper the words to invoke the spell and the fun starts. Sereia suddenly breaks from the routine, rushing to the front and starts grinding her hips sexually as she lifts her cheer top over her head. She swings it in the air, throwing it at professor Smallman and it hits him right in the face. Wiggling her hips side to side, she teases her short skirt down her hips and the guys in the crowd go crazy, cheering and egging her on. Then it goes from sexy to weird as she crouches and putting her hands on her head to mimic bunny ears, she hops around her cheer squad and sticks her front teeth out, looking as if she is nibbling on a carrot. I can tell by her wide, horrified gaze that she knows what is happening but she is powerless to stop it. She jumps to her feet and starts making clucking movements with her arm and moving her head forward and back like a chicken; she chases at two cheer girls who run out of her way. To finish the humiliation show, Sereia drops to the ground in her underwear and holding her two hands together above her head she slides around the pitch like a snake.

  Beside me Meara and Rafe are crying with laughter and I’m unable
to hold it in any longer, I belly laugh, holding my sides.

  “Are you getting all this?” I ask Rafe.

  He winks at me and gestures to his phone that is recording it live.

  The cheer coach runs on to the pitch and as she does I whisper the words to break the spell. She reaches Sereia and yanks her up off the floor. Sereia looks blankly around her for a minute and then looks down at her mud stained underwear and her jaw hangs open in horrified realisation at what she has just done. Coach drags her off the pitch as quick as she can and she gestures for the girls to finish their routine. Yes, I could have been the bigger person, but that was priceless.

  Rafe stops recording and hits share on Wiccagram with the hash tag #Balfourlosestheplot. I laugh so hard, tears run down my face and Meara shakes her head with a knowing smile.

  “You are a bad girl, Elara Latimer,” she says with a chuckle.

  With a nonchalant shrug of my shoulders, I blow on my knuckles. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  I grin widely as more and more notifications pop through on my phone of videos and photo’s of Sereia as she loses her dignity and I could not be more pleased with myself. The tale of my putrid pox is now old news as Sereia trends on all social media platforms.

  The next few weeks pass quickly and the Noel celebrations were now weeks away. The academy held a snow ball each year that was infamous and I was excited to be a part of this year’s celebrations. I was going with Meara and Ivelle to the local town to look at dresses this weekend.

  I’m heading down to breakfast with Drayce when we pass Mistress Isolde who is walking towards us with her arm around a female student who is clinging to her and sobbing. We both stop as they draw level with us and Mistress Isolde meets my eyes and her face tells me that something terrible has happened.

  “Another attack?” I ask her, my voice barely a whisper.

  Mistress Isolde merely nods before she hurries on whispering gentle words of reassurance to the sobbing girl.

  “Do you know who she is?” I ask Drayce.

  Drayce nods. “That’s Meera Drusus,” he replies. “Her mother is on the Wiccan council. I know she has a younger sister who is about sixteen. I think her name is Kirsi.”

  An icy shiver runs through my body. “Drayce he has the power of eight. He only needs one more. We are running out of time. My friend is in danger and here I am going to lessons and thinking about dresses for the snow ball.”

  Drayce pulls me into his embrace and drops a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll give my dad a call and see if he has heard anything.”

  Less than an hour later news of another attack has made its way around the academy and everyone you pass looks afraid. I arrive for my session with Silas, feeling preoccupied and frustrated.

  “Elara did you hear a word I just said?” Silas asks me, pulling me from my thoughts.

  I grimace. I hadn’t heard a word he had been saying for the last few minutes. “Sorry. I’m really worried about my friend.”

  He nods and smiles in sympathy. “I understand. Now let’s go over the rules and rituals around mate bonds.”

  “I’m not sure I need to know any of that. It’s not like I plan anytime now or in the future of mating with another vampire.”

  Silas wags a finger at me. “If you want to better understand your vampire side, it is important you know the rules and systems that make vampires who we are.”

  I guess he had a point. I look around the room in which my vampire classes were being held in today. We were a few miles away from the academy at Silas’ home. It was a sizeable house for someone to live here alone.

  “Do you live here alone?” I ask him, unable to stop myself from asking. I had an inquisitive mind and I just couldn’t help myself.

  Silas smiles and replies, “I’m not sure my residential situation is a part of your lessons.” He stands and puts the book he had been referring to down on the table in the middle of the enormous library. “But, yes, I live here alone.”

  I wrinkle my brows. “It’s a big house for one person.”

  Silas shakes his head, smiling. “It is. I like my space. Anything else you would like to know?”

  I chew on my bottom lip. I had a tonne of questions but if I asked them I would come across as nosey. “How long have you known Mistress Isolde?”

  Silas sighs and takes a seat in an armchair in front of the roaring fire. “We met around seventeen years ago at a cauldron expo.”

  I arch a brow. “Why on earth would you be at a caldron expo?” I ask with a laugh.

  Silas’ mouth quirks. “I was young and interested in all areas of magic. Isolde was there with some of her friends from college. We literally bumped into each other and started talking.”

  I watch his face as he recalls their first meeting. He has a gleam in his eye and a whimsical smile on his face that tells me that my suspicions they were more than friends were right.

  He claps his hands, pulling himself from his memories. “Anyway, let’s carry on with your lesson.”

  NOWHERE TO RUN

  I arrive back at the house fire senior dorms just before four in the afternoon and stop still in the doorway at the welcome sight before my eyes. Drayce was sitting watching television in nothing but a pair of shorts. I take a few seconds to drink him in. He was just too good looking to be real.

  “You’re staring Latimer. I know there is a lot to stare at, but close the door, you’re letting the heat out,” he says, his eyes not leaving the screen.

  “I am admiring that picture behind your head actually,” I reply as I step inside and close the door.

  Giving me a self-assured grin, he stands to his feet and stretches out, yawning. I can’t resist ogling him again. He walks towards me with a knowing smirk. When he reaches me he crowds me in against the dorm room door.

  “Are you hungry?”

  I swallow. “Yeah, I could kill for a cheese toasty right now.”

  Drayce sniggers as he cages me in with his hands on the door at either side of my head. “That’s a shame. I was thinking I’d strip you here against this door and sink myself deep inside you.”

  I flush red as my body heats. Okay. Yeah, I sure was not thinking about food anymore. “I think we’d break the door,” I say breathlessly as he moves one of his hands to run a finger along the bare skin underneath my top.

  Drayce grins, leaning into me and cupping the back of my neck with his other hand. “Who cares about a door,” he replies as he ever so painfully slowly, lines his mouth up with mine and places a barely there kiss on my lips. The bastard was teasing me.

  “You’re a tease Black,” I hiss, pulling his lips down to mine and I feel his knowing smile against my mouth. “Stop smiling and do as you promised.”

  “Your wish is my command,” he growls before lifting me off my feet and carrying me to the sofa. He sits down with me straddling his lap and he lifts my top off over my head. I loved the way he looked at me, like I was his addiction. You could say what you like about our relationship, but the attraction we felt for each other was real. We burned for each other.

  Our dorm door flies open and we both jump in shock. Mistress Isolde stands at the door, looking like she is running from the devil himself.

  “We have to get you out of here, now!” she orders, storming into the room, paying no interests in the fact that she has caught us half dressed on the sofa. “The guards are on the way into the grounds. They are here to arrest you, Elara. Lorelai has told them of your hybrid blood.”

  My body runs cold in an instant. Drayce is on his feet in a flash and grabbing a bag from under his bed as he throws on his clothes.

  “Raven! Shake out of it. We need to go!” He throws a jumper at me and spells my shoes over to my feet. “How long do we have?”

  Mistress Isolde shakes her head. “Not long, but I will hold them off as long as I can.” She holds out an ancient looking key. “Go to the mausoleum. Behind the crypt of Principle Thorne you will see a sconce on the wall, slide i
t to the side.” She shoves the key in Drayce’s hand. “This key will unlock a secret passageway that will take you along an ancient tunnel. You will come out near to Silas’ home. He will be waiting for you.”

  Drayce takes the key and reaches for my hand. “You ready?”

  I hesitate in taking his hand, frowning. “You shouldn’t run. You should stay here, they’ll charge you with aiding and abetting.”

  Drayce scoffs. “Not an option raven and we don’t have time to argue this out. Let’s go.”

  Realising he will not listen to my point of view, I place my hand in his and he passes me a packed bag. “When did you do this?”

  “I had them packed ready under the bed, just in case.”

  “Wait!” I shout. “The diary.”

  Drayce pulls it out from my bedside drawer and shoves it into his bag.

  As he pulls me towards the door, I stop and look back at Isolde. “Thank you for everything.”

  Isolde gives me an anxious smile. “Go, be safe. I’ll try to hold them off for as long as I can.”

  We rush down the steps of the senior fire house and out through a side door. My mind is buzzing with a million thoughts as we hurriedly walk down the path towards the woods. This was it. We were now officially fugitives. Where would we go?

  As we pass under the trees, Drayce breaks into a run. “Come on, we need to move faster.” There is an enormous boom over our heads and Drayce curses. “Tracker spells. They know we’re running.”

  We run as fast as our feet can carry us, but suddenly a guard appears before us in the woods, and he releases fire magic and creates a powerful blast of fire that throws us apart. The guard grins as he forms a ring of fire around me, separating me from Drayce.

  Drayce’s eyes fill with panic and dropping his bag, he releases his magic and aims it at the guard. Three more guards’ portal before us and surround Drayce. I attempt to put out of the ring of fire around me using my water element, but another guard appears from nowhere and blocks my blast of water. Three more guards drop from the tress behind me and my heart dips as I realise they outnumber us. We were not fast enough.