This wasn’t the only part of The Burrows that was getting a makeover either, with so many Elemental trapped underground with little to do with their time, the place was becoming an underground palace which the Heirs seemed to feel much more at home in.
Caleb and Tory had taken charge of the last few supply runs and now everyone in our group was dressed like fucking kings and queens. I wasn’t exactly complaining either. Darcy had put in an order with them for skimpy underwear which I enjoyed peeling off with my teeth or ripping to shreds whenever I got the opportunity. She held a mini funeral for the remnants of them most mornings with a tiny pout on her face, tossing the bits in the trash, but I wasn’t going to mourn the fuckers when I enjoyed destroying them so much.
I glanced through my notes for today’s class. I was teaching them everything I knew, ensuring none of them missed out on their education while we were stuck down here in The Burrows waiting for a chance to attack Lionel.
Between teaching classes of his own, Gabriel spent time in the amplifying chamber we’d worked together to build, trying to see paths forward not only to get to Lionel, but to find the gemstones my father had wanted me to acquire. But with each passing week, we were all going a little bit more insane over waiting for opportunities.
Being stuck down here was suffocating, no matter how much work was going in to making the place look beautiful and if it wasn’t for Gabriel’s constant assurance that venturing out of here to fight Lionel would end in our destruction, I was sure we all would have done it already.
“For the hundredth time, it is not a real classroom and you do not have to call me sir,” I said in exasperation, pressing my fingers into my eyes for a moment.
Tory was sitting on Darius’s desk with his hand inching higher and higher up her skirt as she stroked his hair while Max, Xavier and Caleb were throwing an ice ball between them at the back of the class. Darcy was chewing on a pencil, eye-fucking me to no end which was distracting as hell while Seth kept talking incessantly and asking questions that had nothing to do with the lesson. Geraldine was the only one paying rapt attention, sitting with her back ramrod straight and her Atlas in hand as she listened.
“Right, that’s enough!” I barked and they all stilled.
I hadn’t wanted to do this. I’d been trying to teach them without going full professor, that part of my life well and truly in the past. But this was getting ridiculous.
“Miss Vega, get your ass in your own seat.” I sent a blast of air at Tory, sending her flying down into the chair beside Darius, making her lips pop open in surprise. “Rigel, Acrux and Altair, if you throw one more fucking ice ball in my classroom, I will blast you through the wall and you can forget about coming back here to learn a single thing.” I caught their ice ball with a whip of air, sending it flying into the door so it smashed into a thousand pieces, and the three of them slowly sank down into their seats in shock.
“What would happen if a Fae with a big Order form swallowed three people then shifted back into their Fae form? Do you think they’d die? I think they might die,” Seth mused aloud. “Actually, I know some annoying people we could send as bait to Lionel, then when he eats them, we could shoot an Order Suppressant dart up his ass and bang. Dead Dragon. Annoying people eaten. Win – win.”
“Capella, if you ask another pointless question this lesson, I will force feed you three people in your Werewolf form and we’ll put your theory to the test,” I snarled, stealing the air from his lungs as he opened his mouth to respond.
“So hot,” Darcy said under her breath as she watched me, shifting in her seat as desire filled her eyes.
“Miss Vega, if you keep looking at me like that, I will bring you up here, bend you over my desk and spank you in front of everyone. Is that what you want?” I demanded, trying to ignore the way my cock was twitching for her.
She considered that for a second then glanced at her sister and shook her head, her cheeks pinking as she sat back in her seat and withdrew the pencil from her lips.
Silence fell and I looked around the quiet classroom with my eyebrows arching. Well holy fucking shit, I guess that did it.
I turned to the chalkboard that had been made for me by Geraldine, writing across it in bold, capitalised letters before striking a fierce underline beneath it.
YOU CANNOT DEFEAT LIONEL ACRUX IF YOU CAN’T EVEN DO BASIC FUCKING SPELLS.
I twisted around to glare at them all and Geraldine started jotting down what I’d written.
“You’ve already lost a bunch of time to Highspell’s bullshit classes, are you going to waste any more of it?” I demanded and they all shook their heads at me like obedient little mice. Perfect. “Right then.” I turned back to the board, writing today’s objective there. “Aura detection is imperative when facing your enemies. It can be very subtle, and in the current circumstances, considering the murders that have happened down in this place, it is more important than ever that we be vigilant. Auras can give away a Fae’s true intentions.”