Daily-Bluelance

I shifted the tiniest amount and he growled, his arms tightening around me and drawing me flush back against his body. “Hey Mr Psycho, I can’t breathe.” I prodded his arm and he slackened his grip a little.

“Your weakest Element is fire, although I use the word weak very loosely. You're an eight in earth, a nine in water and a ten in air.”

“The brush of his rough fingers and the repetitive movements were making me heady and I tried to focus on anything else in the room besides his touch.”

“In palmistry mortals usually have four lines on their palms.” Orion pointed them out from top to bottom. “Heart, head, life and fate. Fae, however, have a fifth line. A power line.” He pressed his thumb to the middle of my palm again and I shifted in my seat as my body reacted much too keenly toward Professor Asshole.”

“Orion gave me an even stare. “Everything in Solaria is about power, Miss Vega. Don't forget that. Everyone takes what they want. It's our way. And if you don't start taking it yourself, you're going to fail at this Academy before you've even attempted to pass The Reckoning.”