Conjuring Dragons by Chante Francis (surface ebook reader TXT) 📕

“Veronica and Carter.”

“Excuse me?”

“I got courage from watching your twin and her mate. They weren’t laughing every minute, but they looked really happy together.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile that much, and we’ve been in school with him since kindergarten.”

Silvana nodded her agreement before continuing, “He’s quiet, doesn’t really interact with a lot of people, but word still gets around. He was almost as bad as Jason and Alec when it comes to having.” She looked around and lowered her voice drastically, “sex” she looked around again to make sure no one heard her.

“From what I’ve heard, they are far from bad at it.” Viviette giggles with Eleanor.

“You know what I mean. Most supernaturals can’t catch STDs like the mundane, shifters mostly, so they sleep around a lot.”

“They did? Good to know.” I started scanning the room for Jason so I could hit him.

Silvana looks over at Alec and smiles to see him already looking at her, “Watching them gave me the courage I needed to approach him and see where it would go. All I really got out was a hello before we made eye contact and well everything else is private.” She started blushing and could no longer look anyone in the face. She dropped her eyes to her tray and began eating.

“You guys made eye contact and then you gave him something you’ve been saving all your life?” I looked at her incredulous.

“Don’t act so surprised, you’ve met your mate. You know how it is. You look into each other’s eyes, you feel something deep inside you click into place and from that moment on you’re as much his as he is yours.” When Viviette stops speaking Ilvandi gives her a quick kiss before going back to his food.

“Something click?”

“Yea, it’s one of the components of bonding. When you and your mate initially meet there’s a strong physical attraction, it drives you to procreate so the species is always growing, and that’s the first component. The second is more of a spiritual component. The clicking into place is your soul recognizing its mate.”

“The eyes are the window to the soul after all.” Eleanor throws in.

“The third component is physical intimacy and it sort of seals the bond.”

“The clicking thing how long does that usually take?” I start thinking about all the moments I’ve had with Jason in comparison to how quickly it seems to have happened for Silvana and Phaedron respectively. "Does one person click before the other?”

“Both click at the same time, and for your first question it depends on the people.” Silvana makes eye contact with me again, “Why do you ask Jypsie?”

“Call me Jyps. I ask because my mate and I haven’t clicked yet, and I don’t know why. I can feel it happening but we both always end up breaking the connection before it happens. Lately he’s been breaking it more than I have. Is that normal?”

“He probably just wants to get to know you better or something. Once the bond is made it can’t be broken and some people find that overwhelming. Talk to him about it, you won’t really know unless you do.”

“It may just be that it scares him to be tied to one woman for all eternity. I mean, what supernatural guy can turn down sex?” Cassie says, making everybody laugh, even the guys who had just been listening.

 We all start making jokes, just laughing and talking. After a while Phaedron snaps out of his thoughts and joins us in our discussion on baby food. I finally gave up trying to eat when Bastien made a joke that had me choking on food while I laughed. I got up to quickly throw away all my trash, and the trash everyone else so conveniently piled on my tray, when Octavia stormed in.

Her eyes, red and puffy, were filled with rage, her face, although tear stained held a ferocious expression. She literally looked like she was ready to kill someone, and judging by the direction she was walking, I knew exactly who that someone was. Her lackeys had to run to catch up to her, but I could tell she didn’t care, she reminded me of a lion, and her clones were the flies buzzing around her tail.

Finally making it to her destination, she stopped. One of her lackeys knocked the tray out of my hands, and stepped back with her hands on her hips like the other clones.

"You fucking bitch!" Octavia screeched out as everyone in the cafeteria moved away from us to watch.

I shut my eyes, and focused on keeping calm, so as not to stoop to her childish level of name calling. It wasn’t working very well; I was finding it very hard to bite my tongue against the things I wanted to say.

Calm down Jyps. Don't let her little name calling get to you, you’re bigger than that. My sister chided me warningly. I started counting to 10 slowly in my head the way one of my previous foster mothers had taught me before she was killed.

"You're such a home wrecking slut! I can't believe you think you can steal my man!" That’s what she’s bitching about? I can't believe she thinks he would ever be hers. Delusional whore.

She can't speak to you like that! Don't hit her, it's your first day and it won’t look good if you’re suspended for fighting during lunch, but put her in her place! Veronica was really starting to get on my nerves, more than she did when she turned into the always cautious worry wart.

"Don't be mad at me because he's tired of what you've got. Most men prefer their women tight and it’s not my fault your shit is loose. Plus he's my mate; you should have known he was going to leave you sooner or later." I was on a roll, but before I could say anything else, I felt my head snap to the right. She slapped me. The bitch slapped me. My eyes were wide as my mind tried to compute what just happened. I have got to stay calm, can't let my temper take over, I don’t want to get suspended for fighting, or imprisoned for murder.

Fuck that! Beat her ass! Beat the bitch senseless!

My mind went blank as I clenched my fist and brought it forward to her nose with as much force as I could. I can’t explain the pleasure I felt when her nose broke under my fist, or when she fell backwards on her butt with a groan. I straightened up and glared at her.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but nobody hits me and gets away with it. Nobody." She stood up, and tried to punch me again, but I dodged it and punch her in the gut. One of the flies tried to slap me, but Veronica pushed her hand out of the way and punched her out cold.

"Anybody else wanna take a shot at my sister?" She asked raising an eyebrow. I wasn't paying attention to her, so Octavia had the chance to sweep my feet and drop me on my ass. The pain that shot its way up my spine, and the embarrassment of being tripped just fueled my anger as I watched her get up with a triumphant smirk. She tried to kick me, but I rolled out of the way and jumped up. She tried to punch me but I caught her fist and roundhouse kicked her in the head with my thigh.

She flew into one of the lunch tables and laid there for a bit before getting up. I had to give her credit, she wasn’t some weak little prissy princess, she could fight back. She pulled a hair clip out of her hands and pointed it at me with a murderous glint in her eyes. Before I knew what was happening, I was sailing in the air towards a wall on the opposite side of the cafeteria.

Considering the situation, I call the bet off. Just beat her into the ground. Okay? My sister says swiftly and sweetly.

At the last possible second, I do a flip and feel my feet connect to the wall, before I do another flip and land on my feet on the ground. I turn the ring on my finger around, and get ready for her next attack.

"Stop it! It's not fair to use your powers against someone who doesn’t have any!" Silvana screams out with tears running down her face, safely tucked away behind her mate Alec. I quickly take a look around to see all the mated girls forcefully protected by their mates, while my own mate stood near his friends in shock. I looked in the opposite direction of him to see Phaedron being held back by all his friends with a violent glint in his eyes.

All this mayhem because of one little hoe...

I turn back to the whore in question to see her fling a raging ball of wind at me like a pro baseball player. Thinking fast, I catch the ball in my right hand and spin for momentum. With as much precision as I’m capable of I send it back at her with a flaming bonus from my left hand, and watch as she’s crushed into the wall behind her.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to mess with witches stronger than you?" I taunted as the whole cafeteria stares between us wide eyed and silent. I'm surprised they don’t get whiplash the way their heads are moving.

"Ahahaha," My sister falls on the floor dying of laughter at the scene in front of her. Carter snaps his mouth shut and scoops her up into his arms were she laughingly cries into his shoulder trying to regain her composure.

"Jypsie." Eleanor says slowly, quietly looking at me in shock.

I don’t even bother to answer her, knowing that if I take my focus off of Octavia again, she could easily land me a trip to the hospital. A minute ticks by, and just as I’m about to drop my guard a little a table comes flying at me.

Moving as fast as I can, I dodge out of the way only to come face to face with my opponent. Clever little bitch. She swings at me and my arm flies up to block it just in time. She opens her fist, grabs my arm and flips me over her shoulder. Slamming me down on top of another table and causing what little pity I still had for her to disintegrate. She climbs on top of me and grabs my arms, trying to pin me. After a brief moment of success, she yelps and pulls back as my body gets too hot for her to keep touching. With the bit of space I’ve just gained I bring my leg up and kick her in the back of the head. Hard. She flies forward and there’s my fist to cushion her landing. I push her off of me and she falls from the table, landing on the cold floor.

Down for not even enough time to process pain, she hops up and tries to swing on me again. Barely dodging it, I send her flying further back with another successfully landed kick to the chest. I roll off of the table, without hesitation, on the other side just as a strong gust of wind slams an additional table into my previous spot.

"What in the hell is going on here?!" A deep voice booms from the cafeteria entrance. I look behind quickly and start positioning myself so I can keep both the door and Octavia in my line of sight. I recognize the new comer to the fight from one of the brochures I received earlier in the main office. The school’s principal. Everything is silent as we all watch his face turn all the different shades of red from restrained anger.

"An itty bitty teeny weeny tiny little microscopic dispute sir." Cassie says trying to diffuse