Tasting Drakness

Chapter 61 “A practice one,” Lycus answers.
‘Then definitely not going to leave a theory class, only to have my ass set on fire for a few hours,” I tell him. 1
Tobias smiles triumphantly like he just won some prize, and Lycus groans, stalking off into the closet to get changed. Darius
wanders in after him, and I get ready to head down to the mess hall when Darius comes out chucking me a shoebox; I caught it.
My eyes lit up. Finally,
shoes again. I pulled the joggers out, only for him to hand me some socks.
“You go to Lycus’s class this morning,” Darius says.
“But?” Tobias whines and I snatched the socks off him.
“Shut it,” Darius snaps at Tobias. I slip the shoes on before standing up and moving toward the door, pissed off I was going to
spend the next two hours getting burned.
“Where are you going?” Darius asked as I moved past him.
“Breakfast, where else?” I ask him.
“You eat with us from now on,”
“And join your morning fuck-fest, no thanks,” I tell him.
“No one is fucking; I have to leave for a couple of hours. You eat with us from now on. All meals are with us. I don’t want you in
the mess hall,” Darius said, pulling a jacket on before pecking Lycus’s lips as he walked out of the closet dressed in blue faded
jeans and a blacktop. Darius then left. 1
After breakfast, I sulked the entire way down to the training fields. Glaring at Lycus’s back, everyone murmured and watched me
cautiously as I followed him, not willing to leave his side. Tears burned my eyes at the memory of all these men seeing me nearly
wholly naked.
Lycus moved to the center and told everyone to partner up. Nobody stepped forward to partner up with me, and I thought for
sure I was going to be able to sit this one out.
“Aleera, you’re with,” Lycus’ eyes scanned around before he called Gerald over.

“Gerald with Aleera,” I pressed my lips in a line, and he looked over at me before looking at Lycus. This fucker refused to let me
serve myself. He was always on kitchen duty.
“But?” Gerald whined.
“You’re with Aleera,” Lycus told him, and he dropped his head and stormed over.
Everyone moved into their circles, the ones we weren’t supposed to step out of, or it was instant point deduction. Too many point
deductions, and it was a fail. I obviously was failing miserably in all practice classes.
“This is bullshit, Lycus. We hurt her Darius will fucking kill us. I can’t spar with her?” Gerald said, motioning to me.
“You can, and you will, no repercussions, fry her,” Lycus said, and I took a step back as Gerald’s eyes sparkled at me. My back
hit a wall of muscle, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Lycus. He ran his hands down my arms, and I felt his magic zapping
against my skin.
“You’re a Pyro,” I murmured, feeling my skin warm.
“Hmm, and electro,” He murmured before I felt the urge to pull on it. I had to stamp down the desire to take it. I had tasted his
power before, but wasn’t sure of what he could do with it.
“Take it,” Lycus whispered below my ear before pressing his face into my neck. His hands moved to my wrist before his fingers
locked between mine.
“But Darius?” I worried.
“I wouldn’t be able to give it to you without him saying so,” Lycus murmured against my shoulder.
I looked at Gerald, and he tilted his head to the side. In fact, I noticed everyone staring in our direction at Lycus’s closeness to
me and the way his arms wrapped around me, his hands holding mine.
My only issue was trying not to let my white magic show, which wasn’t a major issue. I only used my dark while masking my
lighter side throughout school, but it had also been six years o fnot using magic. Yet as I felt it caress over my skin, I gasped
before squeezing his fingers slightly, and his magic bled into my skin, making me gasp and warm all over; my toes curled i n my
shoes at the sensation as it rushed through me. 1.

My entire body shivered from my toes to my head, and Gerald smirked at the challenge; his smirk dropped when I smiled back at
him like a Cheshire cat, and I let go of Lycus’s hands. Lycus stepped back and out of the circle. He stood on the side between
us, and I flexed my fingers when Gerald spoke.
“Ready, Aleera?” He laughed, and I turned my palm up, creating a fireball in my hand, molding it into the shape of an arrow. I
giggled as it heated my skin, and I looked over at him t o see his eyes grow wide when I felt the jolt of a zap and looked over at
Lycus as electricity zapped through the flames in my hand sizzling around the arrow flame I created. He nodded t o me before I
turned to face Gerald, letting the fire morph back into a ball, tossing my fireball i n my hand.
“Oh scary, let’s see what you got then, sneaky Lycus,” Gerald taunted, yet I couldn’t get the smile off my lips, much too excited to
play this game now. I laughed at his words and challenge, which he seemed amused about. In school, I had to mask how good
with fire I truly was, making sure my grades were mediocre and didn’t draw attention to the fact I had more power than most
before I manifested. Here I didn’t have to mask my strength, just my lighter side. As I turned the fireball into a lava one, my eyes
gleamed with that knowledge. Gerald gulped and took a step back.
“What’s your highest heat record again?” I asked him, and he folded his arms cockily because he held the highest record in the
class at 2200 degrees Celsius.
“2200,” he laughed.
“You’re so fucked,” I giggled, and his laughter stopped.
“What’s your then?” he demanded.
“You’re about to find out,” I smiled before setting the ring surrounding us on fire.