TITLE: Where Angels Tread
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
“You’ll never be good enough to grace the halls of this University,” the dean sneered, turning her back to me.
I stormed from the office, muttering “B****,” under my breath. It was an insult to canines everywhere, but I didn’t care.
A low growl escaped my throat when everyone turned to stare my way. Damn it. I’d hoped this late in the evening most students would be out partying, like usual.
It was my own fault, really. I’d known today was the next installment of the Dean’s periodic sermons. She had no power over my presence, so enjoyed lecturing me. In her mind, a non-magical freak like me wasn’t suitable to be in such a prestigious place.
So what did I do? After a night full of torturous, pain-filled nightmares and waking to ominous, pressing storm clouds—I’d dressed my best. Just to piss the woman off.
In a short, black tank-top which showed off the navy Celtic band around my left arm, low slung black jeans enhancing the stamp on my back—wisps of lines and a dark jaguar, the spots barely visible—and my black boots, I could almost pass for a Goth student.
Until they looked at my face. The four stud piercings above my right eyebrow were mostly hidden by the red bangs sweeping over my forehead. No, it was the imposed branding tattoo, light blue swirling tri-circles on my left cheek, beginning just below my eye and ending above my jaw line that had everyone staring.