Blood Spell Season 2: Episode 5

Harbinger of Truth

I moved through the rest of the day as normal as I could. The blood bag was tucked into my backpack where I tried not to think about it until I could find Canon or Evren. Canon could smell strange magic and Evren, well, it wasn’t anything official, but he seemed to react, er, strongly around the tainted blood.

A feverish flash of us locked in the broom closet at the temple spun through my mind. Sweat dotted my forehead. His wicked fingers. His hot, tempting mouth. His . . .

I cleared my throat and refocused on the mundanity of school. There was a lot to learn. I’d started supernatural school as a junior—which meant I was behind in almost all the magical arts. I probably should have been working through some of these skills—like potions and spells—with my parents at home. But I was only just now appreciating how much they’d let me rebel.