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I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand clamped over it. I bit one of the fingers there, hard. “Ouch!” a voice snapped. Male. Annoyed. “Gods and dragons… you bloody maniac! I’m not going to murder you, Shadow!” I froze, stunned when I realized I recognized it. I knew that voice. He still hadn’t taken his hand away from my face. For some reason, I didn’t bite him again. I stood there, half in shock, breathing too hard. He spoke some low words, guttural, not in English, and magic surrounded me, surrounded the closet space, tightened my chest. He released me, and I almost fell. Light sparked and flared in the dark. I looked around at the half-dozen miniature flames now floating in the air, all of them a sickly green. I faced the mage who’d cursed at me. Caelum Bones stared back. I opened my mouth. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do or say next, but he held up a hand before I could decide. “Don’t scream,” he warned. “I’ve put a chimera over the room. No one will hear you, anyway.” “Then what do you care if I scream?” I retorted. “It will annoy me,” he said. I stared at him, and he stared at me. His primal, that strange dragon made of bones, perched on his shoulder, watching me with black, flamelike eyes. Up close like this, I noticed its eyes looked just like the flaming crystal over his head. I was still struggling to breathe normally. “What do you want?” Adrenaline and charge still made my arms shake. “Did you seriously just lock me in a closet?” “It’s a utility room, actually.” I bit my tongue, mostly to keep from saying what I wanted to say to that. He’d scared me, and maybe he knew that or maybe he didn’t, but I wasn’t sure if making that even clearer would help me or hurt me with him. He didn’t strike me as the overly-empathetic type. Staring at my eyes, he exhaled, and ran a hand through his bone-white hair. It glowed green under the magical flames he’d conjured, but I noted it remained perfect, despite his fingers. He probably filled it with product and magicked the hell out of it for it to look like that. “I saved your life,” he muttered. “A little gratitude wouldn’t be amiss, mongrel.” “Why did you?” I asked. “Save me?” “I don’t know.” I stared at him. “Liar,” I said. His eyes narrowed. He took a step closer, and I took a step back, nearly tripping over a mop bucket someone had left on that part of the floor. “I have a proposition for you,” he said, once he loomed over me. “A request, if you prefer. Or an arrangement, maybe.” “What kind of arrangement?” I struggled to breathe, more so as his true height over me became uncomfortably apparent. He wasn’t bulky, but he had broad shoulders, and I knew a fighter when I saw one, and I’d definitely seen a few in Southampton. He moved like a fighter. He had the easy physical confidence of one. I would have believed it of him even if I hadn’t already heard he’d sent Magicals to the hospital in primary school. The bone dragon crouched on his shoulder. It also looked ready to pounce, its eyes gleaming like a raptor’s. “What could you possibly want from me?” I asked.

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Dark Academia Romantasy!

Malcroix Bones Academy, hallowed university for elite Magicals, just enrolled its first hybrid student in its thousand-year history, Leda Shadow. The Bones family founders also send their male heir, Caelum: entitled, spoiled, irritatingly competent, deadly in the magical sparring ring, and bor...