BAD BLOOD
BOOK 1 OF THE
F MY LIFE SERIES
by
Plum Pascal
HP Mallory
Copyright ©2020 by Plum Pascal
Published by HP Mallory
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TABLE OF CONTENTS:
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
EPILOGUE
About BAD BLOOD:
I’m so excited to be headed to the Academy of Enchantment where I’ll be a transfer student for the next year...
Except I never make it.
When a shadow demon boards my train, I’m overcome by his power and I black out.
And when I wake up? I’m in a place called Dread.
And, yes, Dread is as snug and cozy as the name would imply.
Awaiting my arrival at the train station is Harlow. He’s an incubus—a sex demon. And he’s got instructions to deliver me to my host family.
Which means I’ve been expected in Dread. Why? That’s the mystery I need to figure out. And pronto.
But, first, I have to survive the evening at Castle Raven Night and I have to survive my host family, Count Jean-Claude Von Zarovich… the third. Yeah, the count might be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life, but he’s also a vampire and last I checked, vampires eat you.
Then there’s Riven… Riven is the headmaster of the Academy of Necromancy and he’s the reason I’m here. And, yes, he’s just as freaking hot as Jean-Claude and Harlow. Only I’ve got a bone to pick with Riven because he totally hijacked my plans…
And yet, there’s something about Riven’s soulful eyes, Jean-Claude’s pain and Harlow’s need that makes me think maybe a quick layover in Dread wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world…
Famous last words.
ONE♀♥♂♂♂♂EVERLY
The first step to the school of my dreams isn’t a step at all. It’s a train platform. Passengers of all types (from other dryads to sprites to pixies to nymphs) file into the waiting car. I’m not shown any deference and seeing as there aren’t many of my kind leaving for far off places, I’m the only one holding a suitcase. Most of the other passengers look like they’re off to work.
My future awaits and I take it eagerly, but there’s one final goodbye I need to make before entering Arcadia and the Academy of Enchantment Magic.
“Everly?” My mom’s strained voice causes me to turn around from the open sliding-glass doors. Her light green eyes shine with unshed tears as she hugs me one last time. Her straw hair bats at my face and the scent of cedar rush over my senses. “I’m so proud of you.”
The words hold finality. My dryad family is all I know, but I’m making my own way now. Away from the forest. Far from the safety of the Circle. My home. Sanctuary to all my kind. But I’ll return to my fellow dryads as an Enchanter. Someone to follow in the long line of protectors who call the forest their home.
“It’s not forever, mom.” I hug her back, knowing the light of her warmth will have to tide me over for a while.
“I know.” She holds me a moment longer and then releases me. Her green eyes sparkle as the soft breeze twirls the ends of her indigo dress. “But it’s the first time you’ll be out there… on your own.”
“This is where you’re supposed to say I’m all grown up now right?” I tease, already knowing she’s ecstatic to have her own daughter, one of the few dryads, besides the High Priestess, to further their education. Something few dryads are willing to do, but we (in the Circle) need.
Mom gives me one of her special smiles. One only meant for me.
I give her one last hug, fully aware of the possibility she’ll be the last dryad I see in the months to come.
“Go.” She swats my butt and I laugh as I turn to the train.
Without looking back, I head towards the car, trailing my bag behind me. It takes me a second to board, owing to the older woman in front of me. But once I’m aboard, I feel my anxiety start to settle as excitement takes over. This train will take me directly to the Academy of Enchantment and my ride is set to take five hours, a much longer trip than those going to and from work.
All the seats are mostly taken except at the very front. Never one afraid to sit at the front of the class, I step past a lady and sit by the one empty window seat and tuck my suitcase underneath me.
As a dryad, forest magic flows through me, but communing with nature requires… well, nature. My new home will be the beautiful spiral of
