And then he’d have everything he could ever want.
The kicker of all of this? The seriously shocking part to me, way beyond finding a man who was a sick fuck or the council would send someone to do something so underhanded?
I could read his thoughts with the telepathy blocking charm. That wasn’t supposed to be possible. So… What. The. Actual. Fuck?
I was more powerful than the person who made the charm? Did they not normally work on fairies who were telepaths, and I was simply too young and weak after having my magic curbed for years that they did work on me before? Was Instructor McGrath a weaker warlock than the others I’d been around who worked those charms? Did that matter?
My mind reeled with questions, but I only had one answer I knew for sure: I couldn’t tell anyone about this development. Not even White. This was one of those secrets only I should ever know. No one else needed to know I was so powerful, telepathy charms didn’t work on me anymore.
Because I had the feeling that that made me scary powerful, and most people feared anything that was scary. Even if it wasn’t bad scary.
But McGrath posed a serious problem, and there wouldn’t be an easy solution or answer on how to handle him. Luckily, I wouldn’t need to right away as the bell rang. For the moment, most knew I was fairly standoffish and kept to myself, so any chance he took to try and form an attachment or bond with me, I could easily rebuff.
Even if I would want to slice off his balls and shove them up his ass.
The most insulting part of his whole plan? The man was gross. I wasn’t even trying to be rude or judgmental on his looks. He wasn’t the best looking, anyone could see that. I wouldn’t normally judge based on physical appearance, simply that I wasn’t attracted to him and he wasn’t my type.
No, it was his whole package and… There are some men you look at or are near and you can feel the slime, sexism, and creep factor on them.
That was Instructor McGrath. So there wasn’t a chance in fucking hell I would go near that man or be alone in a room with him for any reason. And I had a hard time thinking any woman had without major alarm bells going off, so I wanted to know how many he’d done stuff to with magic that he then recorded and threatened with.
And then I’d clip his balls and shove them up his ass.
I debated what to do and how to handle telling people as he went over the syllabus. He then handed out the packets with ingredients for our first assignments, and I heard from his mind that mine was fucked with. He wasn’t paying me any particular attention, but planned to make me need to come to him like a mouse in his maze.
Right, cute. A few simple comments about White not doing all she should by me, and Craftsman wasn’t as smart as everyone thought if he couldn’t teach me the basics to help me with anything besides runes, and I’d want to spend time with McGrath and absorb his vast knowledge. It also gave me the perfect reason to see the charm around his neck when he leaned over to hand it to me.
The charm that was on the metal chain.
Metal I could break when I was upset. I made sure I was upset and snapped a link of the chain, mentally smirking when I saw it fall to the ground as he rounded to walk down the next row. He was trying to be cool by wearing a dress shirt without a tie and a few buttons open, with too-tight fitted slacks as opposed to more professional attire like others.
I swallowed loudly, knowing my favorite look was Craftsman’s with the nice jeans, dress shirt, and tie. It was such a sexy look… And I had to see it on the asshole during my last class of the day.
I really, really was going to hate Tuesdays and Thursdays. Between the evil, complicated math, a fucking creep council spy, and my ex-lover teaching runes I already knew…Yeah, I just hated those days this year.
The moment the bell rang to end class, I had my phone in my hand, everything already packed up to go, and I was out the door. I pulled up a text message and addressed it to Mel, Dean White, Zack, Ray, and Geiger. That seemed the essential group who needed to know on this one, and if they thought we needed to add others, then I would trust their judgement.
Tamsin: We have a serious fucking problem. Instructor McGrath is a council plant. He’s here to seduce me to get everything they want, but he’s planning on keeping most of me and what I have for himself AS HIS SUBMISSIVE. He was wearing a telepathy blocking charm that I broke a link of the chain on so it fell off. That will only work today. We need a longer term plan. Fast.
I started thinking there might be a way to fib there was a fairy rune I could put on the charm if someone helped me distract him. Ray’s text came in immediately and before I could work out any flaws in my idea.
Ray: The plan is easy. Let the fae dogs eat him and find a new potions teacher. See? Easy plan.
Mel: I was just typing out the same plan.
Zack: That sounds like something they’d be ready for and their backup plan if he can’t seduce Tamsin, idiots.
White: I second that. Though I would have left off the name-calling as I wanted
