Katrina

"Are you okay, Kitten?" Miles asks after class is over.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply.

I'm not sure how to tell or if I want to tell the guys that Zeus visited me today at school. They're already way too protective of me. I can't imagine how they'd be after they learned Daddy Dearest sought me out on his own. There were also things that Zeus said about me that I wanted to learn more about. He said I was even more powerful than Cronus, but how could that be? I'm not even a God, meaning not even the tiniest amount of Titan blood ran through my blood. Could the child of a light angel and a dark angel be more powerful than the gods? And if I am more powerful, what type of destruction would I cause if I lost control of my power?

"You seem off, Kitten." Miles states.

"It's just the thought of midterms being near. We're halfway through the school year; what will you and Beckett do once you graduate?" I ask, voicing at least one of my worries.

"Hmm... I haven't thought about that, really. I know we'll get a place close to campus. It'll be big enough for the five of us. Headmaster Simmins will give special permissions for you and Phil to live off campus, and Luka can live wherever he wants."

"Do you think it'll be safe enough for me to live off campus? I thought I was here not only for my protection but for the protection of those not blessed with divine powers."

"Kitten, you'll be with four Gods and a professor. There isn't a place safer for you to be, and Luka can tame whatever power you release."

"Except for my darkness," I reply solemnly.

"Has something else happened?" Miles asks worriedly, grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the busy hallway and into an area that offers a little more privacy.

I look around cautiously before replying. "Just the succubus kiss this morning. I know you said I wasn't strong enough to do this alone, but what if I'm calling the succubi to me? Lilith was the Queen of Hell, so wouldn't that make me her successor?"

"Babe, I think you're worrying too much about something that isn't there. Yes, there's a dark side to you, but there's a light side too. While Lilith ruled the fallen angels and the demons of hell. Michael led the Angels and those that were angel blessed. The other succubi and demons won't want anything to do with you; you're tainted with the light. They won't see you as their Queen. You're and will always be their enemy." Miles replies, cupping my cheek with his hands before placing a gentle kiss on my cheeks, "You're so worried about being evil and causing harm to those around you that you can't see you are our biggest blessing. You're the bringer of peace."

Except there is always violence before there is peace.

"Thanks, Miles; you always know when to help," I reply, smiling up at my mate.

"That's what I'm here for, Kitten; let's get to the cafeteria before the guys start worrying."

Miles wraps his arm around my shoulder and guides me down the hallway toward the cafeteria. I plaster a smile on my face and push back all the negativity that's floating around in my mind. For now, I'll live in the moment and enjoy the time with my men, and when the darkness calls, I'll be there to fight against it. Whatever that darkness might be.

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"Katrina, that's the wrong stance." Luka barks at me from across the classroom. "What are you trying to do, wash your opponent's hair?"

Yeah, forget what I said about Luka being Professor Sexy; the nickname Professor Nazi fits him much better. We'd been running drills all morning. First, we started with regular sparring; then, we went over every divine gift we learned about in Divine Studies, and now we were intertwining both classes into one. When I was fighting against Hilda, my magic came naturally. I didn't have to think about it; it just sort of sprung forward when I needed it. That wasn't the case today. Kayla was kicking my ass, and I'd only managed to create a single stream of water from the moisture in the air, and that stream was now swirling throughout Kayla's hair.

"It's okay, Katrina; he's like this with everyone," Kayla whispers over at me before creating a small gust of wind to dry her hair.

"That doesn't surprise me." I reply loudly, " He seems like the asshole type."

I can see Luka holding back a smirk out of the corner of my eye. Go ahead and smirk all you want right now, Professor Nazi because I can guarantee you won't be smirking later tonight when you're the only one not allowed in my bed. And my petty ass will make sure to be extra loud so he can hear what he's missing out on.

"Ms. Katrina, speak of me like that again, and I'll have to punish you," Luka calls out as he makes his way toward us.

He can punish me all night long. Wait, no, mini Katrina. Bad Kitty. We're mad at Professor Se...err, Professor Nazi right now.

"I'll try to be on my best behavior Professor," I reply, my hands are clasped behind my back, and I'm slightly swaying, trying to portray someone innocent while also making my breasts pop out against this ridiculously tight shirt in a seductive manner.

Luka rolls his eyes at me, but I can tell by how he's shifted that I succeeded in my attempt to arouse him.

"Kayla, why don't you switch positions with Katrina? Maybe you can demonstrate to her how to properly attack her enemy. Katrina, your job is to defend yourself." Professor Nazi states, causing Kayla to smile widely while also blushing profusely.

Kalya, I know he's highly attractive, but you're barking up the wrong tree. He's already a mated man, twice over. I don't think he has time in his schedule to add in another person. Although I have plenty of time for all five of my men, so maybe he could fit in one more. Does he want to add another player? Do the others want to? I was okay with Samael and Luka being together, but they were mine already. I'm not sure how I'd feel if my mates wanted to add someone else to the group. And would I even get a say if they wanted to? Would they even listen to me if I told them no? Beckett wanted me to have nothing to do with Luka, but I still mated with the Professor.

"Oops," Kayla shrieks, bringing me back to the present situation, "I am so sorry, Professor Luka. I don't know how that happened. I tried to hit Katrina with a burst of water, but fire appeared instead, and then I freaked out. I waved my hand around, hoping to extinguish the fire and...well, you know the rest."

I turn my attention away from a mortified Kayla and end up almost choking as I try to contain my laughter at the sight of Luka. He has soot all over his face, and his shirt is in tatters.

"It's alright, Kayla," Luka states as he takes off what little remains of his shirt, "It's one of the reasons we're here training today. I want to make sure your abilities are up to par. It's my job to educate you as a teacher, and this mistake allows me to teach you the correct way to extinguish the gift you no longer want to use."

I'm not sure how much, if any, of that statement Kayla heard. While Lukas was talking, he was rinsing the soot and ash off his upper torso and face with a stream of water he'd managed to conjure. Instead of using air to dry himself off, Luka oped into letting the sun dry him. Kayla's been drooling since he first took off his tattered shirt. From the look on her face, I'm sure she's daydreaming about all the nasty ways she can help Luka dry himself. Not that I blame her. I've already pictured myself licking every last bead of water off his chest before venturing further down and taking something else into my mouth.

"However that'll have to be after class on Tuesday," Luka states, pulling Kayla and me from our trances.

"Of course." Kayla replies, her cheeks bright pink, "I'll see you on Monday, Katrina."

The rest of the remedial class begin to gather their things and walk out the door. I start to follow suit but pause when Luka calls my name.

"Katrina, we still need to discuss your behavioral issues. Please stay behind. Everyone else, enjoy the rest of your weekend but don't forget to practice what we learned today."

I let out a loud annoyed sigh before dropping my bag onto my desk and sliding back into my seat. I wonder if I'll get the sexy Professor or the Nazi for this meeting.