Tegan's Power (The Ultimate Power Series #4) (37 page)

Mr Wolf wasn’t really a teacher. Well,
he was a teacher, but the job was a front for his true purpose, and his true
purpose was to protect Darya, be her bodyguard. Darya would never admit it, not
even under torture, but she had a gigantic crush on Mr Wolf, or Ira as she had
grown up calling him. He had always been a friend of the family, but when
Darya’s father came up with the idea of sending her to a human boarding school,
Ira was given the job of protecting her.

“Please, take your seats everyone,” said
Mr Wolf.

Harry and his friends all immediately
moved to their assigned tables, but before Harry could get by her Darya took
hold of his shirt collar and held him in place. Mr Wolf began taking sheets of
paper out of his desk before glancing up and noticing neither Darya nor Harry
had taken their seats yet. Harry struggled to break free, but Darya had too
firm a hold on his collar. She wasn’t letting go until this matter was settled.

Mr Wolf cleared his throat. “Darya, is
there something the matter?”

“Yes, this little shit threw all of
Georgia’s drawings on the floor and he refuses to pick them up.”

“Language, Darya,” said Mr Wolf firmly
before bringing his dark, exotic eyes to Harry. “Is this true Mr Feeny?”

Harry shook his head emphatically.
“She’s lying. I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

Darya pulled tighter on his collar
before shoving him to the floor. “You’re the liar. Now pick up the drawings and
apologise to Georgia.”

“Sir, did you see what she just did?”
Harry asked with wide eyes from his current position on the floor. The other
students in the room laughed at the fact he had just been manhandled by a girl.
As Darya looked to Mr Wolf she could see the barest hint of a smile touch his
lips, but he quickly disguised it.

A moment of silence ensued before a
voice spoke up from the back of the class. “Darya’s telling the truth, Mr Wolf.
I saw Harry spill the drawings myself.”

It was Darya’s sister, Rebecca, who similar
to Mr Wolf, was masquerading as a student in order to keep an eye on Darya.
Rebecca had just turned twenty-seven and yet because she too was a dhamphir she
could pass for anywhere between fifteen and eighteen years of age. Unlike
Darya, Rebecca was the veritable rose of the school. There wasn’t a single
person who didn’t like her and nobody ever had a bad word to say about her.

“Well, Mr Feeny, it looks like we have a
witness. Pick up the drawings or I will have you sitting in detention every
evening for the next month.”

“Yeah, Harry,” said Darya folding her
arms in satisfaction. “Pick up the drawings. It won’t be too difficult since
you’re already down on the floor.”

Quiet snickering from the students
ensued.

Harry shot Darya a killing look and
grudgingly began to gather the pieces of paper. Once he had them all together,
he slammed them down on the desk in front of Georgia, muttered a low apology
and marched to his usual table at the back of the room. Feeling quite pleased
with herself, Darya took the chair next to Georgia and squeezed her friend’s
hand. Georgia gave Darya a grateful look and then Mr Wolf proceeded to start
the class. Perhaps everyday
can
be like that day with Arthur and the
itching powder, Darya thought to herself.

And perhaps she could get used to the
idea of being a ruler, especially if it meant she would be able to dispense
justice to those who have done wrong.

About the author

L.H. Cosway has a BA in
English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation and an MA in Postcolonial
Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from
music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing,
dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
You can contact her at
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