Monster’s Heart (BLACKTHORN ACADEMY FOR SUPERNATURALS #13) by C.D. Gorri EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Amrin
Oh gods, my mother was going to kill me.
I sighed as I looked down at the grade I’d received in Astronomy. There
was no question now whether I would fail at the end of the semester. A big
fat F circled at the top of my exam sort of gave it away.
Damn. Damn. DAMN.
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“That’s it, everyone. Class is dismissed,” Professor McEwan said.
I remained in my seat a moment longer, wondering how I was going to
break the news. I stood up without checking and wound up falling right
back into my seat. Apparently, walls moved in that class. Well, not really.
But the giant, blue-skinned male glowering at me sure felt like one when I
bumped into him.
“Sorry,” I muttered, but he turned and left, ignoring me like the pathetic
little Witch I was.
Screw him, I thought in a rare show of spunk.
He had horns and a long tail, like some sort of cyan-tinted Devil or
Hobgoblin, and I wondered what kind of supe he was. It wasn’t polite to
ask, but I was almost curious enough to. Not that I would get the chance.
After all, he’d already bolted outdoors. Some of the Monsters at Blackthorn
were like that. No, it was not nice to call them Monsters. After all, most of
the women in attendance were Witches, and that wasn’t necessarily nice to
say either.
Intention was everything though, and I was not rude. Merely shy,
clumsy, chubby, and curious. Also abhorrently bad at most things involving
magic, which for me, was so far non-existent.
I was such a disappointment to the Cordoza Coven, and my family in
general, that our crest, a flame circled heart, practically withered in on itself
at the very thought of my existence.
Fuck.
Professor McEwan was leaving, and I really needed a word. I shuffled
my backpack around, stuffing the hated test inside, and got out of my seat
without tripping over my robe, which was, by all means, an improvement.
“Professor! Professor!” I shouted, running after him down the hall.
“What? Oh, yes, Miss Cordoza, what can I do for you?” he asked,
leaning back so that his potbelly was almost touching me.
Eek!
I stepped back and offered a hesitant smile. Students milled about
around us, and I hated that I had an audience, even if they weren’t paying
attention. He looked at his watch and I could tell he was growing impatient
with mer.
Now or never, Amrin. Hop to it.
“Professor, I heard a rumor you offer extra credit for this class?” I
hedged.
“Indeed, I do. Are you interested in hearing it?”
“Yes, Professor. Anything to not have to retake the course, er, not that it
isn’t wonderful, you see. But I, well, that is,” I said, clearing my throat as I
tried to talk my foot out of my mouth.
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