A male had Kolstov pinned up against the wall with a palm around his throat, the other on his hip. They were locked in some sort of heated stare. And from the looks of it, the newcomer with the sharp cheekbones was definitely winning.
“Let. Go.” Kolstov’s command was a rasp against the air. He had the other man’s lapels clenched tightly in his fists, his golden irises swirling with fire.
“You first,” the male replied, his voice rich and dark and holding an edge of domination that had my knees wobbling.
Well now, who is this guy? Zeph?
He appeared slightly older. Definitely stronger. Same height as Kolstov, but with an aura of superiority that I found surprising. Who could be more powerful than a Midnight Fae Prince? Maybe the king, but this guy wasn’t him. Too young for that. And he looked nothing like Kolstov, either.
“Fuck you, Zephyrus,” Kolstov hissed.
“That’s Headmaster Zephyrus to you, Prince Kolstov.”
My eyebrows lifted.
Wow, so these two clearly had some sort of history. I couldn’t tell if they wanted to kill each other or rip each other’s clothes off.
I sort of wanted to watch just to see how it all turned out.
But I also wanted to know how Kolstov unlocked my door.
I opened my mouth to ask, when flames erupted between the two men, causing me to jump backward. There weren’t any wands present, no words spoken, just fire dancing in the air as if summoned from one of their minds.
It quickly became obvious who created it when Zephyrus tossed Kolstov to the ground while muttering, “Foul play.”
“Just using my gifts to my advantage like my mentor taught me,” Kolstov tossed back at him, his hand on his throat.
Zephyrus snorted. “If that were true, you’d have relied on your physical strength and not your Elite Blood.” He brushed the flames from his sleeves with a flick of his wrist, the energy dissipating into a gray cloud, leaving his blazer untouched.
Kolstov rolled his neck and shook the flickers from his own clothes, creating a tendril of steam that disappeared with the others.
The smoke cleared, leaving them both unharmed without a shred of evidence on them. Almost as if I’d imagined the whole thing.
Huh. That’s interesting.
Cold green eyes met mine, narrowing. “Is this my project?”
“Yes,” Kolstov replied. “Aflora, meet Zeph. Zeph, this is Aflora.”
Zephyrus’s gaze passed over me in clear disinterest. “How fun.” His sarcasm wasn’t lost on me. “I’m Headmaster Zephyrus, your new Guardian. Try to leave this suite without me and you’ll regret it.” With that proclamation, he turned on his heel and headed toward the living area, leaving me alone with Kolstov.
“Charming,” I grumbled.
Kolstov palmed the back of his neck and blew out a breath, shaking his head. Then he followed the headmaster out of the corridor.
Great. A game of Chase the Pixie.
I supposed if I wanted any answers—not to mention food—I had to join them.
Huffing, I stomped down the hallway in their direction and found them standing off again in the living area. Only without touching this time. Tension poured off them in waves. Neither of them speaking.
I cleared my throat. “So, uh, my lock is broken.”
No reply.
“Kolstov. You can’t just barge into my room without—”
“Your room?” he questioned, breaking his staring contest with the headmaster to glance my way. “This is my suite. The locks don’t apply to me.”