Susanne Valenti

Everyone knows, karma’s a bitch. And today her name was Tory Vega.

I’d asked the students who were housed in the rooms closest to her dorm to keep an eye on her and report anything strange back to me. A few of them had told me she woke up in the night screaming pretty regularly. But when I’d tried to ask her about that, she’d taken it as some kind of attack and had just started placing a silencing bubble around her room every night so that no one would be able to hear her scream anymore. I knew because I often walked to her door in the middle of the night and pressed my hand to it, reaching out with my own magic until it brushed against hers and reassured me that she was okay. Or if not okay, then at least alive.

Tears never did anyone any favours, but sometimes they just needed to fall.

Note to all students: Vampire bites, loss of limbs or getting lost in the wailing wood will not count as a valid excuse for being late to class

I’m Professor Orion. I’m not going to hurt you and you’re not going to scream. You want to let me in

He beamed at us and there was that dimple again. Just the one. Denting his masterpiece of a face and somehow making him even damn hotter

Since your eighteenth birthday, you have both been giving off a signature that my kind can sense from a world away. Literally.

I'm not a beat-around-the-bush kinda guy, so here it is: you're not human. You're Fae. Which means you have an unawakened power in you defined by the stars themselves. You belong in Solaria: a mirror world of earth where Fae rule

Are we keeping up?” A flash of dry amusement swept over his face and though I couldn't find it in me to be angry, I was certainly frustrated.

You're both Gemini