He stares down at my hand and I gasp feeling hopelessly trapped between him and the wall. The coldness radiating off him makes me shiver from all the way up my neck and down to my toes. Goosebumps starts to form and I know for a fact he can see them. It feels like I'm standing in front of a freezer. One that stares back at me with a scowl.

"You're bleeding." he whispers, grabbing my hand and holding it next to his face. I try to pull back but it only causes a struggle, I'm unable to pull away from his tight grip. It doesn't seem like he's going to let go anytime soon. "Vampires don't bleed red." he speaks, tilting his head like he knows he has me figured out.

"It's not how it looks." I beg, my voice shivering as panic runs through me. "Is it not?" he asks. He pushes down on my lower lip with his thumb and force my jaw open, gliding his thumb over my fangs to feel if they're fake. He looks even more confused and puzzled as he inspects them. Because they're not fake, they're as real as his own. Although mine is smaller and not big in size as his but still very real.  He retreats his fingers from my mouth and I close my mouth.

My eyes shift frantically around the hall, closing my palm to stop the smell from reaching others. His eyes turn into realization and he forces my fingers open by sliding his into mine, bringing his mouth down to my injured palm. His soft lips presses down on my skin and I shiver underneath his tall frame, losing all sense of control. A burst of tingles and pleasure flowing up my arm and through my body when he grazes his cold tongue over the sensitive skin.

He licks the blood off my palm, cleaning the wound and his eyes flutters close from the taste. A sound of approval vibrating in his throat. I look at him in shock, my mind refusing to believe what just happened and what's still happening. I stare at him without moving a muscle and my mind goes blank, watching the slow movements of his mouth. When my body finally gives me back my control, I look around nervously scared someone might've seen us. He releases my hand and he places both of his own next my head with a thud, towering over me. I look down embarrassment and his hair falls forward when he does the same, tickling my forehead.

"I'll make you a deal.... little hybrid. I won't tell my father about you and your mother's little secret. As long as I get something value in return." he whispers.

"I don't own anything value." I breathe out, looking up then quickly away from him when I saw how close his face was to mine.

"Yes, you do. It's flowing through your body right now." he lifts my chin with his fingers and his gaze goes down my neck. "It's the only thing I want." his, voice cracks slowly rubbing the side of my neck with the tip of his fingers. I gasp, my body tensing from his touch. Then he smirks and backs away from me, sliding his hands off the wall and disappear in thin air. Like I've imagined it.

As I stare at the empty space in front of me, my breathing slowly goes back to normal as I calm down now that he's gone. I feel my fingers twitch, remembering the sensation his mouth and see the injury on my palm completely gone and healed. I lift my hand, tilting it to the side as I inspect it. Confused I hear student's voices in the distance and start running to practical class, hiding my palm underneath my jacket. I'm so late and I don't even know how much time has passed. The moment I step inside the classroom every single student stare at me, already busy with the lesson. I stand at the door uncomfortably, looking for an open desk on the right side of the classroom. I could feel all eyes on me and makes me want to run away.

"You're late Thornehale." the teacher complains. "But since it's your first day I'll let it pass. Go take a seat." She says motioning to an open desk. I nod, letting out a sigh.

I keep my head down hoping no one can realize how shaky and flustered I am as I move through the classroom and sit down. The aftershock of what just happened lingers in my mind and my body. Even though I have calmed down the goosebumps on my neck is still present. He may be gone but the memory of his touch wasn't. I could still feel it.

The prince tasted me. He TASTED me...and it looked like he enjoyed every single drop of it. He even manipulated me to give him something valuable in return. If I don't comply he'll tell the king. Am I supposed to give and let him feed from me like he wants? He can't possibly want to feed from me. I'm not fully human.

The teacher starts speaking to the students and continue the lesson. I know it's going to be hard to focus after what just happened in the hall. His strong presence, his masculine scent and the coldness from his body. It's impossible to get him out of my head right now. What have I gotten myself into? If my mother or sister finds out, they'll kill me before anyone else can. I have no choice but to keep it to myself.

I look down at the table in front of me, in the middle was a flower covered with a layer of thin glass. The flower was dying, clinging onto the last days of life. Almost just like me, clinging to live even though I'm half dead. I look at all the other desks and see each one of them also had the same flower, a dying one.

"Today we're starting with healing spells." She smiles walking to the right side of the classroom with her hands intertwined. "Those dying flowers on your desks are your first subject. Instead of starting with a huge spell, we'll start off by healing it a little day by day. Just so that everyone can get use to the feeling of creating the spell."  The teacher explains. "Now remove the glass." she points at the flower on each table.

Everyone starts to remove the glass and I lift my glass as well. Without knowing how to start using magic or create a spell. Most of the students around me looks excited to start healing but I feel the complete opposite. I've never tried to create a spell and don't even know how it feels to possess magic.

Noticing my distress, the teacher approaches me. "Are you struggling?" she asks looking at the flower then back at me.

"I don't know how to use magic." I whisper, avoiding her gaze.

"You've never created a healing spell?" her eyes widen, like she couldn't believe a girl like me couldn't do magic. I'm sure she has never met a student that came from a well-known family that couldn't heal. Some might say it's impossible, so I hope she actually believes me.

"No." I admit.

She sighs. "The heart is the source of all magic. It produces magic and pushes it out through the veins and then outside of the body. Because you're still new at the academy I'll explain it to you as best as I can. In academic class you learn that the mind plays an important part as well. Your mindset needs to be strong enough to push out the magic through the veins and then outward. After getting into the right mindset you need to become aware of your body and imagine magic flowing through each vein and directly to your fingertips." She explains and I listen intently trying to take every word she says into mind.

The mind and the heart. That's all I need to focus on to create a healing spell. It doesn't sound too hard. I think. She makes it sounds so simple though but if it really was that simple anyone could've done it.

"Do I have to say something out loud while imagining the flow of magic" I ask. It's still a magic spell, something has to me said while creating the spell. That's how spells work, at least most of them according to the books I've read. Which was not a healing spell book but a normal book that I read, by stealing it out of my sister's bag. I didn't even get to finish to book because when she noticed it was gone, she immediately knew I had it.

"The words are just there to influence the mind and make the spell stronger. It's like manifesting. It's not always needed but because it helps to say it out loud to ourselves, we call it spells too. Don't worry too much about it today, just practice getting into the right mindset for this period."