Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 88

He shrugs, unbothered, eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe not. But I’d like to know what’s so special about you to have captivated the academy’s star student.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, grin sharpening. “Do you have a magic pu—”

My glare hits him like a thrown dagger, and the words die in his throat.

“Finish that sentence,” I say softly, dangerously, “and I’ll show you exactly what kind of magic I have.”

For a second, something flickers behind his smug expression, something that almost looks like respect. Then he chuckles, low and mocking, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Touchy.”

“Bite me,” I mutter.

He grins wider. “Tempting, but I don’t want stray stuck in my teeth.”

Gods, I hate him.

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