Maximum Security Magic: A Paranormal Reform School Romance (Academy for Supernatural Felons Book 1) by Corinne O'Flynn & Lisa Manifold

Author:Corinne O'Flynn & Lisa Manifold [O'Flynn, Corinne & Manifold, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Omani Ink
Published: 2020-06-17T18:30:00+00:00

Dinner in the dining hall is like something out of a freaky horror movie. Everyone sits in their places with their trays in front of them and nobody says a word. Grace sits across from me, a flask of blood on the table for her meal. She keeps eyeing me because she knows I am struggling to hold it together. I don’t know how she’s so calm, but I’m glad she’s here with me.

Guards watch from the front of the room as the entire dining hall sits in silence and eats. There’s no need to pace the aisles because nobody is doing anything at all.

The door to the hall opens to my right. Nobody at the table registers the change, and nobody turns to look. I keep my face down but I catch a glimpse of Angelica out of the corner of my eye. She’s being ushered into the hall by two guards. They walk her to the table next to ours and sit her down for her meal.

Grace flashes me a look that tells me I am going to get caught if I don’t stop. And she’s right. Everything I am doing makes me stand out.

Once Angelica is seated and a tray placed in front of her, the guards leave and Mrs. Garrett appears at the front of the hall. She raises an old fashioned brass bell and rings it once.

And just like that the spell over the inmates fades and the room comes alive with conversation and the sounds of utensils clanging and people eating.

Ingrid reaches over and touches my hand. “Are you going to eat your apple pie? If you don’t want it, it’s my favorite.”

“A moment on the lips, a lifetime on your big fat hips, Ingrid.” Helena smirks at Ingrid and digs into her own plate.

I look up at my sister and we stare at each other.

What the fuck. Grace mouths, her eyes wide.

I shake my head and watch Angelica sitting at the next table. She doesn’t take part in the conversation with the rest of her table, though she’s eating and she does nod and look at people when they talk to her.

Screw it. I can’t sit here and not know what’s happening. But I need more power to do what I need to do.

I reach for the flask of blood. I may take after my mother’s side of the family being mostly witch, but my father’s a vampire and that means I can use blood when I need to. “What’s that taste like?”

“No.” Dahlia knows in an instant what I am planning to do. I lift the flask to my lips as she grabs my other wrist, and I take a huge swig of blood. It takes stale to me, not fresh like the blood she gets out in the world, but I can feel the rush burning through me, amping up my magic like a flame moving along a line of gunpowder.

I close my eyes and block out the suppression cuffs on my wrists and feel my own power join in with the surge.

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