Lorelei's School of Deviltry, Semester One: An Academy for Supernaturals by SF Benson

Author:SF Benson [Benson, SF]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

For supernaturals, the road back to Hell must have been paved with wishes, intentions, and lots of gossip. By the time I made it to Lilin History, it seemed that everyone was muttering words about me—and Milos.

I heard she kissed a vampire.

I heard he bit her.

They’re planning a coupe. According to Kamila…

And there was the bottom line.

Miss Vamptastic had been spreading rumors. Ones that could get me expelled. Milos would probably stay on as a student since he was a bloodborne, but he would be an ostracized vamp.

London leaned over and warned, “Ignore them. You can’t do anything about rumors.”

True, but they could get me in a world of trouble if the wrong person heard them.

“Look. Nobody cares about gossip. Just continue your campaign the way we planned it.” Alistair opened his textbook. “Deviating from a strategy has never proven helpful in politics.”

Point taken.

“If you ask me…” Nico began as he sat down.

“No one asked you, brother.”

Ignoring his sister, he continued, “Your personal life shouldn’t be part of the discussion.”

London rolled her eyes while Alistair shook his head.

“What?” Nico ran a hand through his long hair. “What you do in private only muddies the waters.”

“That is why nobody asked for your opinion,” Alistair stated. “Many politicians have been brought down by their actions away from the campaign.”

“Human politicians,” Nico added.

“Not entirely true,” said a voice from the front of the room. It was Damien Darko, our instructor. “Throughout history, especially with Lilin history, there have been many candidates who suffered defeat because of their lascivious undertakings.”

A brown-skinned succubus with huge eyes and high cheekbones raised her hand. “Are you talking about the Colvyn Affair?”

Mr. Darko smiled widely, and the corners of his twinkly blue eyes wrinkled. “I see someone remembers their history.”

Unfortunately, Mr. Darko was long-winded. He spent the better part of an hour telling us about Bryan Colvyn, an incubus who infiltrated the world of human politics. The male made a run for the White House, but it was his lecherous actions that ended his campaign. Purists claimed he would taint the office and his cabinet would have been run by men with unscrupulous behavior and loose morals. Making matters worse, Colvyn didn’t have an ounce of political experience. Rumor had it the male ran due to a dare from a demon.

Ordinarily, I would have been glued to Mr. Darko’s every word. I remembered reading about the Colvyn Affair, but in that moment, I wasn’t interested. My mind was stuck on those rumors. Anyone with a brain cell knew that all gossip contained nuggets of truth. It would only be a matter of time before students made the connections, and then I’d be back in the administrator’s office with a one-way ticket home.

Even when we were given our assignment for Applications, my focus wandered.

“Any questions?” Mr. Darko asked.

Reluctantly, I raised my hand. “I’m sorry. Could you repeat the assignment?” Needing a quick excuse, I lied. “My pen ran out of ink.”

“Miss Martin, perhaps if you had spent more time paying attention and less time daydreaming, I wouldn’t need to repeat myself.

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