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  Supernatural Academy: Year Two

  Jaymin Eve

  Contents

  Stay in Touch

  Supernatural Academy Map

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  50. Supernatural Academy: Year Three

  Also by Jaymin Eve

  Jaymin Eve

  Supernatural Academy: Year Two

  Copyright © Jaymin Eve 2019

  All rights reserved

  First published in 2019

  Eve, Jaymin

  Supernatural Academy: Year Two

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  For those who have lost everything and survived.

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  Supernatural Academy Map

  1

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  The heavy knocking at the door didn’t surprise me. Ilia had already knocked twice, and Larissa once. My friends were more impatient than me, and that was saying something.

  “Give me two more minutes!” I shouted over the sound of the hair dryer.

  Changing my hair color was a ritual … a process that I went through once a year. And whether I was in a dirty truck stop bathroom, a cheap apartment, or one of the multiple bathrooms on my floor of the magic users’ wing in the Academy, it was still something I did alone.

  “I want to see it!” Ilia shouted back. “You’re killing me out here.”

  I missed whatever she said next, but it sounded like she was arguing with someone. It had to be Larissa or Asher, who were also waiting for me on the other side. All of them wanted to be here with me at the stroke of midnight, when I started the next chapter of my new life. The Atlanteans had been here as well, but then they’d had to get the party ready.

  Leaving them in charge was no doubt not our brightest moment, but Axl would hopefully keep them in line. And I’d really wanted to focus on my hair.

  This year I’d gone purple: a light jewel tone, with hints of violet and lilac. My hair had been a variety of colors over the years, most of them bright: bright orange and green and even a startling magenta. Last year, though, I’d gone for a light, pastel pink. That was the year I also went from a poor, displaced human, to a slightly less poor supernatural with a home and family.

  Pastel worked, and I was sticking with it.

  Pink had brought me some of the best friends I could imagine … and Asher. Sure, I’d stumbled into more drama than I thought one person could in a twelve-month period, but I had survived, and now I was ready to take on year two at the Academy.

  When my hair was dry, I shut off the dryer. The resulting silence in the bathroom was almost deafening. I admired the new color, excited by the changes I was already noticing. The purple made my eyes bluer, my skin more bronze, and my eyebrows very golden.

  “I like it,” I said softly, turning to see the full effect. My hair, usually in messy curls, was dead straight tonight, falling almost to my waist.

  Opening the door in one quick movement, I already had my arms out to catch my best friend. I knew Ilia would have been pressed right to the door. She let out a low shriek as she tumbled in, and I stopped her from hitting the floor.

  As she bounced back, she gripped my shoulders while she looked me over. “Gorgeous!” she finally exclaimed. “I have no idea how you get the color so perfect, and I have to say I’m a little jealous. I love my red, but it’s the color I was born with … could be nice to try something new.”

  My lips twitched at her wistful tone. This was not a normal Ilia thing; she was one of those all-or-nothing, foot-flat-to-the-floor, devil-may-care magic users. She was badass, and she suited the natural red in her hair, but the last year had left its mark on her. On all of us.

  “Stick with red,” I told her. “It’s your color.”

  She poked her tongue out at me. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” She eyed my hair again. “I really love the purple. Here’s hoping it’s kinder to you than pink was.”

  It still astonished me that we had such differing opinions of last year. I thought of it as one of the best years of my life, despite everything that happened—good, bad, and other. Ilia didn’t feel the same way. She hated everything I’d been through. She’d recently thrown all her pink clothing to the back of her wardrobe.

  Larissa, my other best friend, pushed her petite body past Ilia and ran her gaze over me. “Perfect,” she declared, a hint of fang flashing. She’d been feeding more frequently lately and it had brought a healthy glow to her skin. It also meant her fangs were out more.

  When she stepped aside, I let my gaze rest on the supernatural propped casually against the frame of the door. Like every time I’d stared at him, my stomach twirled and my heart clenched. Asher took my breath away, in the most clichéd love-at-first-sight kind of way.

  “Hey,” he said softly, straightening and ducking his head to step into the bathroom. He was so tall that even the doorways at the Supernatural Academy did not accommodate him.

  “Hey,” I replied, stepping toward him. I could feel the smirks that were no doubt on my friends’ faces—always teasing me about how “dick-whipped” I was—but I ignored them. Asher had all of my focus.

  His hand came up and cupped my cheek, thumb rubbing across my skin as his eyes devoured me intently. The other hand tangled in my smooth hair, and he leaned in to breathe me in. “You still smell like my Maddison,” he said softly.

  And he still smelled like ocean and fresh air and home.

  “Yep,” I replied a little breathless. “The dye smell never seems to linger in my hair.” When our bodies were close like this, I could think of nothing except touching him.

  He pulled back so our eyes could meet. “I love the purple,” he said roughly just before his lips pressed into mine. It was a searing, branding sort of kiss that he took his time with, and I lost all concept of anything except Asher.

 
It wasn’t until a throat cleared behind us that I even remembered we weren’t alone. “I need to get laid,” Ilia said, and I peeked around Asher to see her fanning her face.

  Asher flashed that dimpled grin. “You know Calen is the supe for that job,” he said.

  Ilia’s return grin was broad and satisfied. “Oh yeah, I know all too well.” Her smile faded. “But it’s starting to get a little … tangled. Maybe I’d be better off searching for someone with fewer friends in common for this year. And definitely no Josh.”

  Ilia had fallen pretty hard for a shifter last year, but their differences had torn them apart. She said she was over Josh, and I believed her, especially since she’d spent the last half of last year sleeping with Calen, one of the Atlantean-five and Asher’s best friend.

  But now Ilia was running from him too. I was starting to see that it was my best friend with the commitment issue, bailing whenever things got serious. All this time, I’d thought it would be Calen—who loved to hit on anything with two legs—who would fuck it up. But nope, he was somehow more into Ilia than I’d ever seen him be into anyone. At least in the twelve months I’d known him.

  “We should get to the party,” Larissa reminded us. The Atlantean-run New Year’s Eve party was raging somewhere in the Academy. School had been over for almost two weeks, and we were due to start classes on the second of January. I was excited for all the new learning and for the next adventure that would take us back to the waters off Greece.

  Sure, we were heading there because the mythical Atlantis was supposed to “rise,” bringing with it unknown dangers and misfortune, one of which was a possible sacrifice on my part, but hey, whose life was perfect?

  2

  Asher and I didn’t stay long at the dance, despite it having an awesome live band, flowing alcohol, and Calen doing the Macarena on the stage. They’d been studying human dances, trying to create a birthday-slash-New Year’s Eve party that felt familiar to me, and I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I’d never been much for dances in my old life. However, it was well worth the entertainment value to watch the ‘90s reappear.

  Asher wrapped his arms around me as we headed toward the exit. “I have a surprise for you,” he said, voice low and rumbly. “I haven’t had a chance to give you your present yet.”

  I shook my head. “You know I don’t need anything. I’ve never even celebrated a birthday before. Trust me, this has been more than enough.”

  His strong arms all but swept me off my feet as he pulled me closer. “Listen up, water baby, you will get used to presents and birthdays and surprises. Because I’m not ever going to stop.”

  He’d taken to calling me water baby because my newly-unlocked powers had me all fish-like. I was obsessed with water. I could swim faster than any of the guys, breathe under there, see in the darkest of nights, and manipulate the water to do my bidding. All the power was taking some getting used to, and I was damn glad that I had Louis’s pendant to temper it, but I was a big fan of not being vulnerable ever again.

  Pushing myself higher, I pressed my lips to Asher’s and groaned softly as his fresh ocean scent invaded my nose. His taste in my mouth and his body molded to mine was my happy place.

  “Does this present involve nudity?” I asked breathlessly.

  Asher’s lips kicked up in a small smile, dimples popping out, visible even through his five o’clock shadow. No matter how often Asher magically removed his beard, there was always this hint of darkness, and he rocked that better than anyone I knew. “It just might.”

  Sold. Sign me the fuck up!

  We were at the edge of the room now, and I turned to blow kisses to Ilia and Larissa, then Jesse, Calen, Rone, and Axl. Ilia smirked at me before her right cheek bulged in the mime of cock sucking. Dirty bitch. Dirty, accurate bitch. The guys just shot us knowing looks but didn’t look surprised as we bailed from the party.

  The moment we were back in the main walkways of the Academy, I ditched my heels, relieved that those assholes weren’t on my feet any longer, even if it did drop me back to my five-foot-ten height—a hell of a lot shorter than Asher.

  “Were the Atlanteans all tall?” I asked as we strolled along, hand in hand. All of the ones I’d met were tall, and I was not short for a chick.

  He lowered his head to meet my gaze, like he was deliberately proving my point. “I’m not sure. Judging from the Atlanteans I’ve met, I’m going to say yes. But we’d know for sure if we could ever figure out where my ancestors buried the library.”

  Somewhere on the Supernatural Academy or Demi-fey Academy grounds there was an Atlantean library. It had the rarest collection of books and information on the long-lost civilization, and it had been passed down through Asher’s family line. His parents had been killed before they told him of the location, and no matter where we searched, we couldn’t find it.

  “I wonder if I might be able to find it now. My senses are so much stronger.” I followed Asher through an archway and into the commons. “Maybe we should go back to the Demi-fey Academy and I could have a sniff around.”

  “Couldn’t hurt,” Asher agreed. “I’ll contact Mossie and see if he can arrange another inspection. This time I’ll be there to help as well.”

  Asher’s family was rich and powerful. Upon his parents’ deaths, he’d inherited their company and legacy. I’d rarely seen him throw his power around, but from what I knew, Asher could buy and sell the world with ease. Hopefully between him and Mossie, we could get back into the other academy.

  The Clovers’ table came into sight, and even though it was empty right now, I still remembered to ask, “What’s happening with Kate and Chellie? Did the trial go ahead yet?”

  Asher shook his head. “Not yet. Apparently they were waiting for my return before pressing charges. Since I’ve made my statement, they’ve been moved to a new facility to await their trial. They’ll face the supernatural council sometime this year.”

  I’d been warned that I might have to testify. Now it was just a waiting game to see what would happen. Their families were powerful as well, and they were fighting to keep their daughters from the prison system. Even though Asher had already stripped those families of their high-paying jobs, they had still rallied together to try and take him down.

  It was a shit fight, and I really just wanted to forget all about it. But those bitches needed to learn their lesson about kidnapping. Sure, it had all worked out in the end, but maybe it wouldn’t next time.

  I’d expected Asher to take me to his private house at the back of the Academy, but instead he led us into the water world, a quadrant of the school where all water magic lessons were held. “This is where the surprise is?” I asked, amused. “Are you going to teach me some new water magic?”

  Asher was the teacher for this class last year, but it got cancelled when he was taken by the crazy assholes trying to bring about the rise of Atlantis. Which meant no one got to take the final test of making it through the doorway.

  “Or is this about the doorway?” I pressed, chuckling to myself. “You want me to prove I’m one with the water.”

  Asher kissed me suddenly and all words and thoughts faded away. “So fucking cute,” he said softly as he pulled away.

  I shook my head, surprised to see that we’d made it through the walkway and were now at the door. Dude messed with my head; it would scare me if I wasn’t so stupidly in love with the idiot. Not that I’d told him that of course, but I wasn’t going to lie to myself about it any longer.

  Asher waved his hand toward the barrier. “After you.”

  I narrowed my eyes, but I was interested to see if I still couldn’t get through. Last time it had been like wading through jelly, and I’d bailed before I got to the other side. Stepping forward, I placed my hand against the barrier and it actually felt different, like … water with a slightly higher viscosity. The moment my face touched it, my underwater breathing kicked in, and I no longer feared that cloying sensation. This was usually the point I bailed
, but Asher always told me that I needed to push through, so I did.

  There was a mild pop, and I opened my eyes to find myself on the other side. “Woohoo!” I let out a cheer, smiling broadly at Asher when he appeared. “I did it,” I yelled. “I would have made it to year two.”

  “You did it, Maddi,” he said, pulling me into his side for a hug. “Only I have a small confession to make.”

  I stopped cheering, eyeing him suspiciously. “What confession?”

  “No one can make it through the doorway.”

  I blinked before tilting my head toward him. “What do you mean? I just went through it.”

  Asher nodded. “Yep, which makes it a grand total of two students to ever step through without someone lowering the barrier.”

  I was so confused. “How did those second, third, and fourth years make it through at that first Water Magic class?” I’d seen them all step through, and with ease.

  Asher grinned. “I secretly lowered the barrier and let them cross before reinstating it. We tell all first years that it’s part of their test, because it’s the best way for them to truly embrace the water. It’s not until the very end that I let everyone in on the little lie.”

 
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