Blood and Snow: Snow White Reimagined with Vampires and Magic (Seven Magics Academy Book 1) by RaShelle Workman

Author:RaShelle Workman [Workman, RaShelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Polished Pen Press, llc
Published: 2019-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

My mind couldn’t get over it. “A masquerade ball. Is he serious?”

See, I didn’t dance. The last time I tried I tripped over my partner’s feet and ended up breaking his wrist. Needless to say, we still weren’t speaking, and the not-so-graceful event happened in junior high.

At the idea of dancing in front of a bunch of people, terror caused my upper lip to tremble. “What is Professor Pops thinking?”

“We tried to talk him out of it,” Bart said, and I could tell by the looks on their faces that he was serious.

The rest muttered incoherent words that I took to mean they weren’t excited about the party concept either. With pouts and irritated glares, they shuffled around, getting mugs for the coffee along with creamer and sugar. The kitchen smelled divine—not that I was ever a big coffee drinker, more of a hot cocoa girl. But the aroma filled me with nostalgic memories of my mom, making me miss her all the more.

“Here you go,” Heathcliff said, setting a mug of murky liquid in front of me.

I was about to decline but got a whiff of it. It wasn’t coffee, but tea. My bloodlust tea.

“Thanks.” I smiled. Their blood wasn’t a distraction this morning. I wondered if that had something to do with me drinking Christopher’s blood last night. Self-consciously I tugged the scarf farther up my neck and caught Dorian watching me, his eyes flickering to my neck, the scarf, and my mouth. His examination told me what he thought. A slow tendril of heat started in my belly and worked its way up. I silently prayed he wouldn’t say anything, at least not in front of his brothers.

“No prob, Snow,” Heathcliff said. He went over and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Gabe cleared his throat and I turned my attention to him, taking a sip of tea.

“So you need to pick out a dress in the next couple of days and let Pops know,” he said.

“If it’s any consolation, we’ll be wearing tuxes,” Heathcliff said, irritated, reading the terrified look I was sure coated my face.

I giggled at his agitation, swallowed some tea. “You’ll look amazing in a tuxedo.” I rotated to include Bart, Dorian, and Gabe. “You all will.” I pulled the book closer and flipped through the pages. All of the dresses were beautiful, airy and light. I couldn’t imagine trying to move around in something so elegant.

The guys crowded around, each commenting on which one they thought would suit me best. I cringed at wearing any of the dresses and considered speaking to Professor Pops. Gatsby jumped onto a chair and onto the counter, rubbing his body along one of my arms.

“Hey, boy. What do you think of all this?” I set him on the ground. The guys were still occupied with dresses—well, probably the models inside the dresses—and I smiled. “I love you guys,” I blurted. They looked over; their expressions amused. I laughed, mortified by my sudden outburst.

“Love you too, Snow,” Bart and Heathcliff returned.

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