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Your belief system needs to heal and regroup as much as your soul does

I turned off of the stairs and into the corridor where her room was, moving to stand outside it and hesitating as the sound of her voice reached me through the wood. She was…singing, her voice light and full of happiness, something I hadn’t heard from her before, and for a couple of seconds, I just found myself standing there listening to her

“It’s open,” Roxy called instantly, like she’d already been expecting someone, and I couldn’t help but wonder who.
I pushed the door open at her invitation, stalling in my tracks as I found her standing with her back to me, shaking her ass as she danced to the song in a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank
which did very little to cover any of her body. I’d seen her naked before, of course, but this somehow caught me off guard, my eyes raking over her body as I found myself unable to deny how good she looked and how my cock stirred in my pants at the sight of her.
She was bouncing on her toes, moving freely to the music in a way that wasn’t intended to be seductive, and yet, I couldn’t tear my gaze from her all the same.
My lips curved up as I watched her, her happiness infectious somehow and making me want to take a bite of it.

“Don’t stop dancing on my account,” I urged, my gaze moving down her toned body to the tiny shorts she wore as I considered what chance I might have of becoming one of those terrible decisions Lance had heard her talking about. Not that I wanted that, of course, but it was hard to deny how hot she was. Roxanya Vega was full-on fantasy material no matter what she was wearing, but those shorts were something special.

“It suits you,” I said, ignoring her attempt at a dig.
“What does?” she asked suspiciously.
“Smiling.”
Her smile instantly slipped into a scowl, and I ignored the twinge of disappointment that left me with.

“Yeah, that’s not going to work for me,” Roxy called after me, jerking me to a halt. “But feel free to rock up here any time you like next weekend, I won’t be here anyway.”
The door slammed before I had even turned back to face her, rage exploding through my limbs at the utter disrespect she’d just shown, not to mention how very fucking wrong she was if she really thought she could deny me.
I stormed back towards her, ignoring the curious looks of several other students who were sticking their heads out of their doors to find out what the commotion was about and ripping her door open once more. She hadn’t even bothered to lock it, either foolish enough to think she had really just gotten the last word on this or idiotic enough not to fear a fight against me.
She had moved to lay on her bed, a set of headphones on her head blasting Eminem so loudly that I could hear every word of The Real Slim Shady while she tapped her foot and stared up at the ceiling as if she hadn’t even noticed me entering the room once more.
“You can’t seriously believe that you can just say no to me,” I snapped at her as I towered over her where she lay on the bed, my anger only rising as she cranked the volume up higher and focused on a point beyond my shoulder like she still hadn’t noticed me.

She was standing her ground and holding her own because that was what she was, who she was. Roxanya Vega, heir to the throne of Solaria and one of the two most powerful Elementals born to our generation and beyond. She wasn’t a fool; she was simply Fae. And beyond that, even deeper than the beauty of her features or the strength of her character, I could feel the ancient hum of the truth of her because she really was a princess, the very last of the royal line, and if I wasn’t mistaken, she was starting to realise that for herself.
Something intangible passed between us in that moment, and I couldn’t help but think that we were truly looking at one another at last, seeing beyond the problems of our own circumstances and facing the reality of our rivalry and the tension forced between us. But there was more to us than just that. We were both playing the same game, even if we were on opposing sides, so maybe we could learn how to play it together.
“How about a trade then?” I suggested, lowering my voice and leaning closer to her as if I couldn’t help myself, wondering if we might just be able to come to an agreement over this without it having to resort to war. “I’ll tutor you like I said, if you and your sister come to this party willingly, make nice with my father, wear a pretty dress, and make some attempt to behave like you’re civilised.”

Because my mind kept wandering back to the room somewhere below my feet where a girl with a smart mouth and furious temper sat in her room with a smug look on her face, knowing she’d forced me to give her what she wanted. And the worst thing of all about that, was that a part of me was actually looking forward to tutoring her with her fire magic, because I really wanted to find out what she was capable of, and I even found myself wanting to hear her insulting me and calling me out again. I just couldn’t figure out why.

I tried not to look at her too often, but the longer we practiced, the more she relaxed in my presence, her focus on the magic instead of me, and I found myself addicted to watching her face and seeing how different she looked without a scowl permanently fixed across her features.
Roxy bit her lip to try and hide a grin, and my chest twisted at the sight of it, a traitorous part of me liking the fact that I was making her smile.

My fingers skimmed against the soaked material that clung to her stomach, and I quickly drew the water back out of it, my eyes on hers as she stilled beneath the touch of my magic, looking a little like a rabbit in headlights. Or perhaps more like a wolf.
She watched me in silence as I drew every drop of water from her clothes, hair, and bed until a ball of liquid hung in the air between us which I directed into her bathroom and deposited into the basin.
“See? I can be nice,” I said, leaning a little closer to her without meaning to, breathing in the scent of her she stared up at me like she wasn’t sure what to think of me at all anymore.
I withdrew my hand from her waist with a little reluctance, forcing my mind away from thoughts of her body in those wet clothes, knowing all too well that even the idea of the two of us was beyond absurd.