Slaying Year Two (Grim Reaper Academy 2)

“What?!”

“They’re not good for you. I promise I will find you a proper match.”

My blood started boiling. “No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. I date whomever I want.”

He took in a deep breath and forced a smile to his scowling lips.

“I’m your father, Mila. I know what’s best for you.”

I took a step toward him, hoping I looked as menacing as I felt. He was so tall that I had to straighten my back all the way and lift myself on my tiptoes to catch and hold his gaze.

“You are not my father,” I said in a low, hissing voice. “You donated a spurt of cum, that’s all. It doesn’t make you a father.” He was taken aback by my disgusting vocabulary. Good. I needed to find more of those precious words he detested so much. “Oh, and two things. One, I’m taking my mother’s name. From now on, I’m Mila Angelov. Two, I am taking you the fuck down. I know about the prophecy. And it’s real. I am the only one who can retire you. I will.”

I turned on my heels before he could say anything or react in any way. Before he could slam that scythe of his and create an earthquake. I gotta learn that trick.

GC, Pazuzu, and Francis followed me quickly. We walked out of the dining room, our cloaks floating behind us, and the few students that remained stepped out of our way.

“What was that?” GC asked what the three of them were thinking.

“A declaration of war.”

THE END