Onyx [antikvár]

Chapter 1 Ten seconds passed between when Daemon Black took his seat and when he poked me under my shoulder blade with his trusty pen. Ten whole seconds. Twisting around in my seat, I inhaled the unique outdoorsy scent that was all him. Daemon pulled his hand back and tapped the blue cap of his pen on the comer of his lips. Lips I was well familiar with. "Good morning, Kitten." I forced my gaze to his eyes. Bright green, like the stem of a freshly cut rose. "Good morning. Daemon." Unruly dark hair fell over his forehead as he tilted his head. "Don't forget we have plans tonight." "Yeah, I know. Looking forward to it," I said dryly. As Daemon leaned forward, his dark sweater stretched over broad shoulders. He tipped his desk down. I heard the soft inhales from my friends Carissa and Lesa, felt the eyes of everyone in class watching us. One comer of his lips curved higher, as if he were secretly laughing. The stretch of silence became too heavy. "What?" "We need to work off your trace," he said, low enough that only