Spark of Sorcery (The Firestone Academy Book 2) by Hannah Haze

Author:Hannah Haze [Haze, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Briony

“I’m not,” I say, yanking up the sleeves of my cardigan. “See, no markings. I don’t know what you saw in that vision, but either it was wrong or you misinterpreted it. Maybe the girl you saw wasn’t me.”

“I know what I saw. There was no mistaking it. You had the markings on your arms and we had matching ones on ours.”

“And do you have those markings on your skin now?” I ask. He scowls at me. “Show me.” I jerk my chin.

Reluctantly, he rolls back the cuffs of his shirt and turns his arms over, showing me the soft skin of his wrists. I can see the delicate bones that connect there, the green and blue veins that run through to his hands, but no markings. The skin is clear. Just like it’s always been.

“Nothing,” I say. A flatness transcends through my body, dragging my shoulders down. Disappointment.

What the hell?

I don’t even want to be their thrall, let alone their fated mate. Tied to them until the end of our days. Sure, Beaufort is hot and he makes my body feel things it shouldn’t, but half the time I don’t know if I even like the guy.

Then there’s the other half …

He leans across the table and captures my hand in his, stroking his thumb over the tender inside of my wrist.

“In the vision, the marking is right here. And it’s the most incredible, the most beautiful thing I ever saw.”

I swallow. My emotions are all a tangle. I don’t know whether to believe him. He could be lying. He could be lying to himself. The visions may be nothing but hallucinations.

Shadow magic is such an incredible thing – so peculiar, so strange. Pushing the boundaries of reality and sanity. I bet there are more than one shadow weavers who skirt close to madness.

Henrietta Smyte for starters.

Beaufort leans down even further and presses his mouth to my wrist next, kissing me there.

“Your pulse is racing,” he murmurs.

“Unfortunately, you seem to have that effect on me.”

“Unfortunately?” he says, grazing my wrist with his teeth next.

“Beaufort, do we even like each other?”

“I like you a lot,” he growls. “But I’d like it even more if you sat on my face.”

Desire shivers over my skin. Something I don’t miss.

“Dray hasn’t stopped talking about how good you taste, little thrall,” he whispers. He licks my wrist, demonstrating just how skilled and enthusiastic he’d be with his tongue, sending a pulse beating between my legs. “I need to taste you.”

“And what if I want to taste you?” I say, my voice trembling with desire.

He lifts his head, and his gaze, burning with fire, meets mine. “Fuck,” he mutters, then smirks. “I think there’s a way both of our wishes can come true.”

The next thing I know, I’m being yanked to my feet and led upstairs.

I could complain. We never made it past the first course and the food was delicious. But, damn it, I’m way more hungry for this, especially when I know it’s something I won’t be able to consume for the next twenty-eight days.

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