Magical Academy for Delinquents (Pinnacle Book 1) by Ann Denton

Author:Ann Denton [Denton, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781951714017
Publisher: Le Rue Publishing
Published: 2020-02-15T16:00:00+00:00

I licked my lips as I stared at the wall in Ho’s class on Saturday—six days since I’d unraveled the twerking spell—worrying again. I’d had all my tutoring sessions with Malcolm, each one hotter than the last. Yesterday, I’d summoned up the courage to try footsie. I’d nearly internally combusted while we played Connect Four and I thought about all the other parts of our bodies I wanted to connect.

My hormones and my dirty dreams weren’t helping anything. I still didn’t feel quite right about telling Malcolm what I wanted. And each session he’d asked me why I’d picked him before I came here. I’d just shaken my head and refused to say anything, rather than lie to him. Any kind of half-truth seemed to rile him up.

And Grayson. That dick. I’d tried writing a few spells to get back at him, but nothing had stuck yet. I was gonna have to get more creative. His smirking face from lunch ate at me. I didn’t know how I’d transition from this battle royale we had to a teammate scenario. And trying to connect the dots felt like jumping from A to Z and skipping all the letters in the middle. I didn’t know what came next, only that something else needed to before I could approach Grayson.

Heat flashed over my panties and I started in my seat. I glanced at Malcolm, who used his eyes to point at Professor Ho.

Aw shit. Jackie Chan was staring right at me like he wanted to karate chop me in half.

I cleared my throat. “Sorry, sir.”

“Sorry, for what, Ms. Dunemark? For disrespecting me by treating my class like it was naptime? Should I bring you a blanket and a stuffie next class?”

Soft laughs dotted the room.

I pressed my teeth together, hard, swallowing down any retorts. Ho gave out detentions the way dentists handed out free toothbrushes. Every single class at least one person got one. I lowered my eyes in submission, hoping maybe Ho’s shifter animal would get the hint. I also tilted and exposed my neck.

“Dunemark, I asked you to tell me about magical shields. You can answer me and then come up to the front to get a detention slip.”

I swallowed a groan. I shoved myself more upright in my chair and said, “Magical shields have been a part of weapon design for as long as history’s been written. Humans and magicals have worked together to try to enhance shielding technology with magic. It started with repellent spells for swords and shields, progressed to castle walls, and so on, until lately they’ve been trying to create a purely magic anti-ballistic missile shield that doesn’t require launching actual missiles, just air detonates the missile set to strike.”

“Biggest issue with this kind of protection?”

“Shield spells can be one of two things, strong or long-lasting. The stronger you make a shield, the shorter its lifespan.”

Ho’s eyes narrowed at me until they were slits. “Correct.” He whipped around and walked back toward his desk. He filled out the detention slip, and I sighed but went to retrieve it.

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