Unhinged: Under Realm Academy, #2
By Rye Brewer
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Fierce witches. Necromancers. Soul reapers. Mysterious dragons. Secret councils. Forbidden alliances. The Under Realm Academy awaits.
Senior year at Under Realm Academy. Perfect, right? Should be, but isn't.
Second semester. Stuff just got complicated.
One kiss. Jeez. Was that all it took to push her life into a whole new level of complication?
Moira Bloodworth's got more than an ally in Aidan Grimsbane, that same jerk who should never have kissed her. Is it bad she doesn't regret that kiss?
Under Realm's got an explained murder on its hands and Moira's worried that someone will make the connection between her and the victim. As if that's not bad enough, it seems like Aidan might think she's a suspect? No way.
Caution: Cliffhangers, violence can be found in this series of action-packed fantasy including necromancers, hot dragons, and fierce witches.
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Unhinged - Rye Brewer
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Iwasn’t human.
I was something else entirely.
Part of me knew that I was dreaming, that there was no other explanation for the fact that I was flying over the stunningly beautiful but unforgivably harsh landscape of a jagged mountain range.
I’d had this dream before. In fact, I’d had it several times at that point.
After all, I’d known that I was half dragon shifter for several weeks now.
But this time, the dream was different. I wasn’t in my usual human form, pale arms outstretched alongside leathery wings the color of scarlet autumn leaves, of roses washed in the red light of a sunset. The color of blood.
Instead, my usual human appendages were gone, replaced by gleaming, scaly limbs that moved naturally and effortlessly as I flew miles above the surface of the planet. As I glided over the glassy surface of a serene lake, I caught a glimpse of my reflection.
That’s how I knew that this wasn’t a dream.
It was a nightmare.
Jolting awake, I sat up with a start and a loud gasp.
The first thing I did was lift my arms in front of me and check that they were still in their witch form.
No scales. Check.
No talons. Check.
I breathed a sigh of relief, patting down my legs and torso to make sure that I hadn’t somehow transformed into the sleek, flame-colored beast that stared back at me in the mirror-like water in my dream.
But thankfully, I was still me.
Still just Moira Bloodworth. A totally normal, seventeen-year-old witch with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary going on other than her exemplary talent for brewing potions and unique ability to occasionally breathe fire.
The fire breathing wasn’t a dragon thing. It was a witch-with-a-fire-affinity thing.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
Shaking my head to dispel the last fragments of the dream still clinging onto my mind, I tried to get a sense of my surroundings.
I was on the floor, and it was dark, that much I could ascertain.
Blinking through the dim light as the faint rays of dawn snuck in through the cracks of the blinds, I realized that I was in my dorm room at Under Realm Academy.
Obviously. Where else would I have been?
Certainly not in those oddly familiar-yet-unfamiliar mountains.
Glancing around me, I took in the sight of the dozens of library books sprawled around my body. Some had been left open, spines cracked in a thousand places after decades of use. Others had random objects stuck in them to mark important passages—sprigs of dried lavender, packets of toad eyes, glittering sachets of calcified beetles. They were all random potion ingredients that I’d collected over the years, and they apparently made fantastic bookmarks.
I frowned, suddenly remembering that I wasn’t alone.
With a sharp intake of breath, I looked down beside me at the sleeping form of a guy with dark, wavy hair and the faint whisper of dimples in his relaxed cheeks.
He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. Relaxed. Harmless. For a moment, I simply admired the way his thick eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly as he dreamed, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he lay sprawled out on his back on the floor of my dorm room.
And then I snapped out of it.
Because that wasn’t a gentle sleeping angel.
That was Aidan Grimsbane.
Moving quickly but carefully, so as not to wake him up, I scooted away from his slumbering form and silently went about picking up the disaster of scattered library books, most of which we’d taken without permission. Aidan and I were used to bending the rules at this school. We’d been getting away with it for years.
However, we’d only recently started being rulebreakers together. It was a rebellious companionship that had been formed after years of mutual hatred thanks to the overheard truth of my hidden dragon shifter nature.
Now Aidan was the only person alive, other than my Aunt Inez, who knew that I wasn’t just a witch from the powerful Bloodworth coven. As it turned out, my father had been a dragon shifter, making me some kind of cursed hybrid.
Also, as fate would have it, my father—who I’d previously believed to have died before I was even born—was evidently still alive.
Hence the books.
Aidan had inexplicably devoted himself to being my partner in crime when it came to searching the extensive collection of family trees and creature histories that were housed in the sprawling Under Realm Academy library. We had to do our research after hours, sneaking into the narrow, dusty stacks to subtly slide volumes off the crammed shelves and bring them back to my dorm under the cover of night.
Admittedly, there was something thrilling about it. After all, there was a reason that I was known for being one of our school’s most notorious miscreants. From my perspective, rules were made to be broken.
Well, some rules, at least.
There were unspoken rules that my parents had broken together that I’d had no choice in. They were the quietly enforced commandments of the magical society we all lived in. As a witch, I usually benefited from the privileges of a world mostly controlled by witches. Necromancers like Aidan and demons like my friend Talia also got by quite well in our society due to their preferred nature. Even soul reapers, who were probably the creepiest and least pleasant magical beings among us, were given a favorable place in our society.
On the other hand, animal shifters didn’t have it so great. It went way back into centuries of history, as I’d begun to learn from all of my research, but magical creatures like mermaids, werewolves, and—of course—dragon shifters had been ostracized and warred against for a long time. Witches, necromancers, and demons claimed that animal shifters were beasts, too barbaric and unpredictable to earn trustworthy places in our society.
I mean, this was the twenty-first century, so it’s not like animal shifters were locked away in prison or actually murdered anymore, but the stereotypes and prejudice remained.
So that’s why certain societal norms were in place. Things like, thou shalt not be a witch and have a child with a dragon shifter. Thou shalt not tell the resulting daughter about her true nature and instead convince her for seventeen years that she’s just a particularly special witch with a bizarrely strong fire affinity.
My mother broke the first rule but followed the latter. Unfortunately for me, considering the fact that dragon shifter nature is not something that can be ignored, even in a hybrid. For months, I thought I was sick with some kind of freakish witch disease that caused fevers, sweating, black-colored irises, and a burning pain between my shoulder blades… exactly where a pair of wings were meant to be.
Aidan had been the necromancer who agreed to help me contact my mother—she’d died in a car accident when I was eight years old—to ask her to tell me the truth about my strange symptoms. Of course, given that Aidan could speak to the dead, he overheard the entire conversation.
That’s how he now knew my secret. It’s not something I would’ve willingly revealed to anyone. Even my best friend Kendra didn’t know about it yet. And, up until a few weeks ago, Aidan would’ve been my last choice for a confidant.
I finished cleaning up the mess of books, stacking them neatly on my desk. We’d return them later that night when we wouldn’t be caught sneaking around the parts of the library that required special permission slips from professors. Then, we’d begin again.
However, at this point, I wasn’t sure where else there was to go. We’d spent the last couple of weeks of last semester and the entire past week, the first of the second semester of our senior year, researching the tomes of family trees, hoping to uncover who my father was.
It wasn’t like we had a magical 23andMe. Humans were lucky because they lacked complexity. All they had to do was spit into test tubes, and then their entire family trees would unfold before them.
In the magical realm, we still preferred ancient books over Google. It annoyed me to no end, especially in a situation like this, but at least I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone looking through my search engine history and wondering why I was so interested in dragon shifter bloodlines.
That would’ve definitely drawn some concern in my direction, that’s for sure. For the most part, witches and our allies tended to simply pretend that animal shifters didn’t exist. Unless, of course, we were boasting about our long history of victorious wars against them.
Not that I was bitter. I was just confused, caught between the two opposing halves of myself.
Even if we ran out of books to comb through until the early hours of the morning, I knew that Aidan wouldn’t give up. After years of bullying, he’d surprisingly warmed up to me. Maybe it was because I was finally interesting to him. Maybe it was because the once-perfect Moira Bloodworth, with her privileged blood and unparalleled witch talent, finally seemed like she’d been knocked down a peg.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t get the memory of our kiss out of my head.
Not to mention the fact that, when I’d startled awake a few minutes before, it was clear that I’d just been curled up in Aidan’s embrace on the floor of my bedroom.
It was complicated.
Aidan was handsome and dark and mysterious. I’d never really considered that my type before, preferring guys like Calder Darkmore, who was blond and sociable and athletic. Even though Calder was a demon, he reminded me of a puppy.
Aidan, on the other hand, was a wolf.
Still, he’d proven himself to be unwaveringly sweet and focused on helping me figure out more about the dragon shifter part of my past. Perhaps it was merely because he pitied me, or maybe he was just bored, but I had to admit that I enjoyed his company. It was a nice change from the years of glares and snide remarks we’d exchanged ever since middle school.
And, apparently, my subconscious was even more fond of him. I definitely hadn’t been cuddled up beside him when I fell asleep the night before. Somehow our bodies had twisted toward each other as we slept on the hardwood floor of my dorm.
Making sure that Aidan was still fast asleep, I stepped behind the vintage four-panel divider screen I’d picked up at a thrift store in Seattle last summer and changed into my school uniform. I had AP Potions that morning, and slumbering boy on my floor or not, I wasn’t about to be late.
Being late to everything was one of my biggest weaknesses. I couldn’t help it. It was like time had something against me and always insisted on moving much faster than I could handle.
That excuse stopped working with my professors a long time ago, though, so I’d been making more of an effort to get to class on time. Especially since I needed to keep getting good grades if I wanted to be accepted to Brayton University next autumn. It was my dream to be a Potions Master, and Brayton was the best magical school in the country to do that.
Double-checking to be sure that I was out of sight in case Aidan woke up, I shimmied into my pleated navy skirt, buttoned my slightly wrinkled blouse, and slipped on the navy-and-green plaid blazer that Under Realm Academy deemed fashionable. I hate having to wear a uniform. I couldn’t wait until college when I could hopefully utilize my considerable collection of vintage and customized clothing.
Just as I was tugging up a pair of black knee socks, I heard a stirring on the other side of the room divider.
Moira?
Came the sound of Aidan’s deep, rough morning voice. I ignored the way that the sound of it made my stomach swoop pleasantly.
Hmm?
I called.
Are you getting dressed behind that thing?
he asked, his tone both surprised and confused.
I snorted and scurried out from behind the divider screen, searching for the black combat boots I normally wore with my uniform. Aidan was sitting up on my floor, his dark hair adorably mussed and his cheeks flushed in the lightening morning glow.
Sad you missed the show?
I asked him. I couldn’t help it. Taunting Aidan Grimsbane was an instinct at this point, a skill honed after years of having to defend myself from his targeted rudeness. Aidan wasn’t particularly nice to anyone, but he’d always treated me the worst.
Which is why it really didn’t make sense for us to not only be partners in a secret mission but to also be snuggling up in the middle of the night.
But I digress.
Aidan snorted at my question. Moira, your skirt’s on backward.
I frowned and glanced down. Sure enough, the tag was sticking out at my navel.
I sighed and tugged the skirt around to face the right direction, sticking my tongue out at Aidan, who just chuckled in response.
Well, I wouldn’t have to get dressed in the near dark if I didn’t have a slumber party with a random guy every night,
I scoffed, mostly joking.
Aidan stood up and lazily stretched, an easy-going grin on his face. He’d gotten a lot more relaxed since we first bonded a couple of months ago. His generally high level of snark had decreased significantly, and he didn’t even snarl at unwitting passersby anymore.
A random guy, huh?
he replied with an amused smirk. And here I thought we had something special.
I paused in the middle of shoving my textbooks and necessary potion ingredients in my bag to throw him an icy look.
Shut up,
I told him with a roll of my eyes. Truthfully, I enjoyed our playful back-and-forth that was less about us being mortal enemies and more about us navigating this strange new relationship where we didn’t totally hate each other and, oh, also, we’d kissed before…
But I wasn’t ready to let Aidan know that. I had to figure out the finer details of whatever monstrosity was inside of me before I could even think about having a crush on a boy.
Why do you witches have class so early?
he whined, smoothing down the fabric of the black jeans and black tee that he’d been wearing when we met up the night before. He’d probably get in trouble for wearing the casual clothing during class hours when he walked back to his dorm that morning, but both of us were used to deviating from the school uniform and dealing with the consequences.
Well, Aidan, we witches who wish to get accepted into a very competitive Potions program at a very prestigious school called Brayton Academy have chosen to take Advanced Placement courses in order to appear more impressive as applicants, which just happen to take place early in the morning,
I replied breezily. Does my ambition bother you?
Aidan smirked cheekily, the corner of his lips quirking up at my attitude.
Not at all,
he answered, following me obediently when I