“Me and my bestie,” Shea answered with a nod, waving her thumb towards me. “Gonna wipe the floor with these Tainted Academy kids.”
His glare turned to a grin and then a full-blown laugh. Reaching down, he pulled out his walkie-talkie. “I need an escort for some Fallen Academy douchebags. Keep your eye on the dark-haired one. He’s one of the leaders of the Fallen Army.”
He looked at Lincoln and winked, then slapped the hood of the car.
We drove on through, my man at the wheel, scowling.
Noah turned to Shea. “How did you know that would work?”
She smiled, shaking her head. “Please. Men are run by two things: their dick and their ego. Dick, ego, dick, ego—”
Noah waved a hand in her face, shutting her up. “Got it.”
I chuckled and looked over at Lincoln, who was grimacing behind the steering wheel. “How did he know you?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “I’ve never seen that guy before in my life.”
Noah leaned forward, popping his head between us. “Yeah, that was weird. We should tell Raph.”
Lincoln just nodded and pulled into a parking spot near the entrance, where two large men were standing with automatic rifles.
“Shit, man, they’re packing here. This is a school, right?” Lincoln leaned back to glance at Shea.
A dark look crossed her face and she nodded. “A messed-up school, yeah.”
Now the guys were walking to our car. Lincoln opened the door and stood tall.
“No weapons on campus,” the big brute with black bushy hair, and a red crescent moon tattoo on his forehead warned.
Lincoln was quiet for a whole forty-five seconds before he leaned into the car and whispered, “Noah, you stay here with the weapons. If I text you, drive onto campus and bring me my sword.”
Holy shit, does he think we’re going to have trouble?
Unstrapping his sword, he placed it on the center console.
Noah’s gaze filled with longing while he focused on the campus. It was clear he wanted to see the inside, but he just nodded to Lincoln as Shea and I got out. I wasn’t sure if they were going to check us, and I couldn’t risk Sera getting taken, so I left her on the seat.
As I made my way around the car to stand next to Lincoln, I saw the men looking him over, checking him for weapons.
“What about him?” They pointed to Noah, who had crawled into the front seat.
“My driver isn’t feeling well. He’s going to stay in the car,” Lincoln answered with a straight face.
It was clear Lincoln had been the one to drive us. The dark-haired demon slave scowled at him and then moved on to me. I was wearing pretty tight clothes, but he asked me to lift my shirt and spin around so he could check me for hidden weapons. When I was completing my full spin, he let out a catcall whistle and stared at my abdomen.
Lincoln’s wings snapped out and he stepped forward, no doubt ready to pummel the guy.
My hand shot out and I laid it on his chest. “Let it go,” I murmured.
The demon slave was grinning ear to ear.
“You’re next, sweetheart,” the redhead told Shea.
Shea’s resting bitch face was on as she lifted her shirt and did a spin.
“So, you girls think you can win in a fight against our best?” He looked Shea and me up and down.
Screw this guy. With little more than a thought, my wings snapped out, the tips now touching Lincoln’s.
Their eyes widened at my black wings, and they seemed to just now notice the Prince of Darkness’s tattoo on my chest.
Shea stepped forward. “You just show us where to sign up, sugar. That money is ours.” She was the best at sweet-talking a guy down from a fight.
He grinned. “We’ll see about that.”
Lincoln was like an animal poised to attack. His entire body was tense and rigid, unmoving even to breathe. I knew if those guys even reached for a weapon, he’d grab Shea and me and fly us to Angel City.
The guys took one last look at Lincoln, rolled their eyes, and started walking to the entrance.
I stepped toward my man, slipping my hand into his, and tugged for him to follow. We needed to register for the fight or I couldn’t save my mom.
Lincoln waited until our security detail was a good twenty feet ahead so they couldn’t hear when he started talking shit.
“He looked at you like a piece of meat. I want to cut his eyes out,” he growled.
My eyebrows hit my hairline. “Damn, who’s the dark one now?”
“I told you this school was messed up. They’ll probably let us sign up, and then as we’re leaving, they’ll jump us or some shit,” Shea whispered.