Van Helsing Academy by Stacey O'Neale

Author:Stacey O'Neale [O'Neale, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Phoenix Reign Publishing
Published: 2020-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Shawn Mendez woke me up the next morning.

Unfortunately, it was only his voice coming out of Kiera’s alarm clock. I sat up in my bed and stretched. When I flexed my arms, I whimpered. All of the muscles in my upper body were sore. I wasn’t out of shape, but I hadn’t done any yard work in years. I let out a grumble when I realized I’d have to do it all over again this afternoon. And I wouldn’t be alone. My detention partner would be there to make the experience that much more intolerable.

I got out of bed and opened the curtains. The sun was already high, and the skies were clear of clouds. I glanced down at my arms. My skin had a new shade of red this morning. I predicted I’d end up with a sunburn, and I did. I’d have to find some sunscreen today, or I’d get sun poisoning before I finished the two-week detention. Just one more reason this day sucked even before it began.

Kiera growled, and I turned my head. She took a swipe at the alarm clock and missed it. I grabbed it off the end table and turned the music off before she had a chance to throw it against the wall. “You’re no fun,” she groaned.

“Hey, I saved you from having to clean up the pieces,” I replied, smiling. “You should be thanking me.”

“I will do no such thing until I’ve had at least one coffee,” she retorted. “And a plate of sausage links.”

I shook my head. “Get dressed, and we’ll go get breakfast.”

She tugged her covers off and maneuvered into a sitting position. “That sounds like a great plan.”

We made our way down to the cafeteria fifteen minutes later. Kiera filled two plates with an assortment of food before she sat down at our table. Most of the supes hadn’t come down for breakfast yet, so we got some privacy. I ordered an omelet filled with ham, sausage, and Canadian bacon. I figured I’d need the protein since I’d be working on another flower bed this afternoon. I was finished my breakfast before Kiera, so I sat and watched her eat.

“You’re quiet this morning,” she observed with a mouth full of food. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing much,” I replied as I rubbed my sore shoulder. “I’m dreading another two-hour detention this afternoon.”

“You look sore. You should probably stretch before you go,” A cheeky grin grew across Kiera’s lips. “A nice tumble in the grass with Sacha might do the trick. I’d bet it’s better than a full-body workout, and definitely more fun.”

“Not going to happen,” I dismissed, shaking my head.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t dismiss the kissing altogether.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Sacha is a serious smoke show. I mean, would it be so bad to have a little fling with him?”

My mouth fell open. “Hell, yes, it would be bad. Smoke show or not, Sacha is a shifter, and I’m a reaper. No way that could ever work out, plus he made his opinion of me crystal clear.

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