8
Raven
Thud.Thud.Thud.
I groaned as I rolled over in the bed. “Go away! I’ll pay you tomorrow.”
“Raven, get up or you’ll be late to class,” a woman’s voice called.
I opened my eyes and sat up so fast it made my head spin. Everything rushed in at once. I was at the Academy of the Elites. I was trying to avoid magic prison. Though right now, I was wondering if they got to sleep more in magic prison.
I had a very sexy dream last night.
My skin tingled at the memory of Luka’s hands on my skin. I touched my lips, recalling the pressure of his kiss. They felt swollen. Had it been a dream? It all seemed so real.
“Get your ass up, princess. The alpha will have my skin if you’re late to class.”
Brow furrowed, I tossed aside the blankets and shuffled to the door. When I opened it, I was face to face with the woman who tried to help me last night. She was built like a gymnast. Small but fierce. Her dark hair was cut in a pixie cut and bright gold eyes stared back at me. She was deceivingly adorable. I knew girls like her and you only underestimated them once. “Makenzie? What are you doing here?”
“It’s Makayla,” she said. “And I told you, Ben is going to be pissed if you’re late.”
“Why is it your job? And why doesBencare if I’m late?” I asked as I walked back into the room.
“Hell if I know. He just said I had to make sure you were on time.” She glanced at her watch. “And there’s only thirty minutes left of breakfast so you better change fast.”
I noticed that Makayla was already in a school uniform. She wore a short-sleeved white button-up shirt with a red tie loosely tied around her neck. Black shorts and black combat boots completed her chosen outfit.
Makayla put her hands on her hips. “Do you need help getting dressed or what?”
I glared at her. “What time is it, anyway?”
“Seven thirty.”
“I don’t even have class till nine, why are you here?” I glanced back to my bed longingly. It was so soft and warm, and the mountain of pillows had been like sleeping in a cloud.
“I already told you, breakfast ends at eight. Let’s go, princess.”
“Quit calling me that,” I said. “You know, if you let me skip breakfast, I’d be able to sleep for another hour.”
“No way, you gotta eat. You need your strength,” she said.
My eyebrows lifted. “Your words or Ben’s?”
“Just hurry, okay.”
Last night I had decided to make the best of this, but mornings were not my thing. Realizing it would be easier to just go with her, I let out a heavy sigh as I padded toward the bathroom.
After a quick use of the facilities, face wash, and teeth brushing, I headed to the giant closet. Part of me expected it to be gone as if I’d dreamed the whole thing. But it was still there, packed to the brim with clothes I could never afford.
Quickly, I tugged on a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless, white button-down shirt. I grabbed a tie and threw it over my neck untied. Finally, I grabbed a sweater and headed back to where Makayla was waiting for me.
She cocked an eyebrow. “That’s how you’re going to the first day of class?”
I looked down at my outfit, then back up at her. “What’s wrong with it?”
She sighed then took a few steps closer to me, shaking her head. “Now I see why Ben sent me. You’re useless.”
“Hey,” I said. “I’ve been dressing myself for nearly two decades, okay?”