Fallen Academy: Year Two (Fallen Academy #2)(5)

Frick.

He looked down at me, sweat glistening against his perfect porcelain skin. “When fighting two on two, you need to keep your eye on your own fight. Getting distracted with what Shea’s doing will only get you killed.”

He was right. When the time came, I needed to just worry about my own fight.

With a rapid spin, I turned out of reach of his sword and used my legs to scissor-kick him. As I connected with his legs, he came tumbling down, and I grappled to gain leverage, moving on top of him. As I was crawling up his body, in an effort to straddle him and try to pin him down, his hand shot out, chopping me in the throat.

Holy shitballs.

Pain exploded in my neck as I fought to breathe. A lump had formed in my throat, and I’d keeled over to the side in a weak defense.

Noah looked sideways at me. “That was a dirty move, and I feel really bad for using it, but the Tainted Academy kids are going to fight dirty like that, so you need to be prepared.”

With tears leaking out of the sides of my eyes, all I could do was nod. He was right. He was so right it hurt.

Lincoln and Shea had paused their fight and were taking a break.

“You’re right,” Lincoln said to Noah. “Which gives me an idea.”

“Oh no. I don’t like that face. You’re doing the face,” I told him.

He just grinned and then looked at Shea. “Okay, when are you calling him?”

Air blew through Shea’s full lips. “I dunno. Now-ish.”

We decided Shea would be the one to call Master Grim and ask his permission for us to enter Demon City to register for the fight contest, since I’d been the one to try and kill him and all.

Lincoln shook his head. “Okay, get three passes. I’m going with you girls.”

A frown pulled at Noah’s lips. “Hey, I’ve never been to Demon City. I want to go too.”

Shea’s conspiratorial look connected with his. “Trust me, you aren’t missing anything.”

“Just ask,” Lincoln told her, holding out her phone.

She chewed her bottom lip. “Man, I feel sick. What if he says no? All this time will have been wasted.”

“Don’t let him say no. You know him. Use everything you got,” I encouraged.

She took a deep breath and dialed his number on speakerphone, then started to pace.

“What do you want!” he barked the second he picked up. She’d worked for him for six years, so of course he’d have her number saved in his phone.

Shea stopped in her tracks and rubbed her sweaty palm on her pants leg. “To give you a million bucks for Kate Atwater’s demon contract,” she replied, voice as smooth as butter.

Grim laughed good-naturedly. “Don’t waste my time with fairy tales, angel lover,” he spat.

My bestie chewed her lip. “I’m not. I just need you to get me four passes into Demon City so I can sign up for Fight Night. When my team wins, I’ll give you the money. All of it. In return, you release Kate’s contract.”

Silence. Long-ass, terrifying silence. Did he hang up?

“You can’t win. You’ve no doubt gotten weak in Angel City. Don’t waste my time.” Then he hung up.

He freaking hung up.

“Bastard!” Shea screamed at the phone, then sat down on the floor, and started typing furiously on the keyboard.

Frowning, I walked over. “What are you…?” My question faded when I noticed she’d pulled up Grim’s picture from one of his strip club websites.

“I’ll show him who’s weak.” She started to rock back and forth, chanting and moving her hands left and right as dark blue magic leaked out, covering the phone.

“Is that light magic?” Lincoln’s voice held concern.

I raised an eyebrow, but Shea ignored his question.

“It’s, make his horns fall off, magic,” she declared, and I blanched.

“Shea—” Before I could talk her off the ledge, the phone lit up with a call from Pansy-Ass Boss Man.

Shea stopped her magic and grinned, answering with a purr, “Why, hello there?”

“What are you doing!” he roared. I could practically imagine the spittle flying from his mouth.

“Who’s weak now?” Shea sneered into the phone. “Two months ago, I helped kill four demons, so don’t tell me I can’t win. That million bucks is mine,” she growled.

Silence.

More silence.

“No, it’s mine. You’ve got a deal. Now, stop fucking with my horns,” he rumbled and hung up.

Shea smiled as we all looked at each other in shock and relief. Two minutes later, he texted her a one-hour travel pass for four people from Angel City.

“Let’s ride,” Lincoln called out.





Chapter Three





The next day, we set out to register for Fight Night. After getting past the border with our passes, Shea instructed Lincoln on how to get to Tainted Academy. The longer we drove, the more Noah and Lincoln shifted in their seats, looking uncomfortable.

“How come Shea and I don’t feel like shit when we’re here but you do?” I asked Lincoln.

He gave me a side glance. “Shea doesn’t feel it because only Celestials do, and you don’t because….” He eyed the mark on my chest.