“Yes please, sugar,” she said, a hint of a southern accent spilling out as she moved towards me. “Can I help?” I asked, moving closer to her as her eyes swept over me slowly enough to let me know she hadn’t missed an inch of my muscular frame. I hadn’t seen her before but I sure as hell wouldn’t mind getting to know her better. Her dark eyes were shrouded by long lashes and raven hair fell to her waist in a straight sheet like a spill of ink. She turned around and caught me looking, my smile widening as I spotted the pout on her full lips. Like, actually stomped her foot like a Disney character or a three year old. “For the love of the stars, where the hell is it!” a girl’s voice caught my ear and I looked up as she stomped her foot. My Cardinal Magic teacher, Professor Montague, was pretty easy going and I was acing her class so I knew she wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t quite on time. I was running the line of being late for class, but I wasn’t too concerned. But if I didn’t do something soon then Ella was going to pay the price and there was no way in hell I’d be letting that happen.
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