Duskwind Academy is a fortress masquerading as a school, and Darien Bellamy is trudging straight into its heart.
He should be in class right now, bored out of his skull and possibly dodging flirtatious notes folded into birds by some overexcited psychic she-wolf with a crush—but instead, he's on a mission. An unnecessary, annoying, entirely idiotic mission.
For a girl.
"No. A mate." Kairos corrects again.
"Shut up, Kairos," Darien mutters under his breath as he rounds the corner toward the high council wing, brushing past a second-year who flattens himself against the wall like Darien carries plague and status in equal measure.
"If you had defended her, you wouldn't have had to go through this," Kairos growls in his mind.
Really? So it's his fault now?!
Darien grits his teeth. "Her uniform was ruined because she pissed Morgan off," he hisses. "She deserved it."
And yet you're walking through hell to get her a replacement, Kairos sing-songs smugly.
