“Emely! Have you gone crazy?” Now Julian interfered, still glued to her side.
He pulled her back by the arm, and as she turned to him in anger, I could see her face for a fraction.
My breath caught as I saw her glowing yellow eyes. The same ones from my dream. Yellow, glowing, dangerous.
Was I still dreaming?
“Stay out of this, Julian!” Emely growled at him. “Or at least stand by your pack for once!”
Pack?
Julian looked at her as if he understood her strange words but said nothing more. There was contempt in his gaze.
“It’s pathetic that you can’t even keep your pack together, isn’t it?” Vivienna had picked herself up again and was now walking very slowly toward Emely, as if she hadn’t almost broken her neck just now. “There you go again, seeing how much your authority is good for.” A mischievous grin spread across her face. “Nothing, Emely... Absolutely nothing.”
Unexpectedly quickly, she raised her hands. And then so much happened that my eyes could barely keep up. Julian was suddenly standing in front of Emely, and Grace dashed to Vivienna to yank her arm down. The other girls stayed in the background.
“What are you doing!!!” Vivienna hissed at Grace.
“Keeping you from making a very big mistake.”
Grace gave her a haunting, warning look, and you could tell Vivienna was struggling.
On the other side were Julian and Emely, who were engaged in the exact same battle of stares.
Only, their yellow eyes held all of my attention.
“Get out of my way, Julian!”
This dream was definitely too much for my overloaded brain.
“You heard her, Bardot! Get out of the way!”
Again, everyone except Emely turned to the source of the voice.
For a moment, I wondered if anyone was even sitting in Professor Copeland’s course, because Emely’s externally very attractive brother had entered the hallway with his guys, and now they were all joining Emely together in the courtyard.
“There seem to be some cocky herbal bitches here who don’t know what happens to their kind when they step out of line.” Nash looked at Vivienna and the other girls, then at Julian. “Get out of the way, I said!”
Julian narrowed his eyes, looked urgently at Emely one last time, then decided to get out of the Copelands’ way.
“Do what you want, but don’t drag me into your shit ever again,” he snorted, visibly frustrated, and turned to leave.
But as if Emely had just been waiting for it, she not-so-gently pushed Grace aside and grabbed Vivienna by the collar.
What in the world?
She carried her with her sheer strength to one of the pillars, and one of the ravens that had been prancing around the courtyard shot up startled into the darkened sky full of massive clouds.
Vivienna’s eyes were wide open, but of course, she didn’t put up with it and moved her hand. Her eyes glowed grayish, almost white, and again I was startled.
Thereupon, Emely flew through the group of young men directly against the opposite column. Stones could be heard crumbling.
I pressed myself tighter against the column next to me because, slowly, fear mixed in with the confusion.
If this was a dream, why didn’t I wake up? Why didn’t it feel like a dream at all?
“Emely!” Julian shouted, running to her.
Nash didn’t put up with the way my dream Vivienna was handling Emely and set to jump, but he too was whirled straight up into the air, spinning on his own axis two feet in the air.
I pinched my arm, not wanting to admit that I was actually feeling the pain. Goosebumps spread across my skin.
If I wasn’t dreaming this whole thing...
“Such big mouths and yet so weak,” Vivienna hissed and turned to leave again, but Nash was back on his feet faster than his sister.
Vivienna spun around in a flash, and Nash flew through the air again, straight at me. Before I could disappear from the column behind the adjacent small wall, it was too late.
Nash flew through the wall window and yanked me to the ground with him, where I landed softly on his heated body despite the force of the impact.
I swallowed as our eyes met, for just then that yellowish glow familiar from Emely extinguished from his eyes, and we stared at each other, motionless.
Nash, unlike his sister, had golden blond hair with a brownish base, which now fell into his sweaty forehead. This, in turn, accentuated his angular face immensely well. But it was the light blue eyes with the yellow sprinkles that looked so damn haunting in combination with the tanned skin.
My heart was beating way too wildly, which even my now completely fogged brain seemed to notice, because after all, I was currently lying in the middle of a supernatural conflict in a portico, to be more precise on top of the most well-trained guy at the whole university, and had been staring at him for more than ten seconds now. He stared the same way until I finally gathered all my sanity and courage and jumped up. I reached out my hand to help him up and he even took it. The heat continued to rise in my face.
God, what was I even doing here?
