There are three key components required to get into the most prestigious, top spy academy in the world:
My name is Silver Spell Solange. No, I didn’t plan for my initials to be the same rank needed to enter the spy academy. But I would do anything to get into the one of a kind school. I have the magical capability of an Elemental Witch, the strength to kick anyone’s ass, and quick problem-solving skills to get my teammates out of any jam. There’s only one small problem – the other ‘S’ I’m missing.
I’m not a part of the supernatural race.
After realizing the my only shot at my dreams is at the brink of extinction, I’m unexpectedly teamed up with a werewolf, a dragon, a fallen angel, and a hellhound. The four of them carry the assets and abilities I need to gain my spot into the Supernatural Spy Academy (SSS).
With the clock ticking and not much leg room for an SS score, I accept their bet, knowing I’ll easily handle whatever they request from me.
I didn’t think their bet would lead me to date all four them.
It’s time for me to buckle up. This four-year roller coaster is about to begin, and its a bumpy one-way ticket to becoming the next “supernatural” spy.
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I stared at him as he continued to focus his attention on the screen. Any other person surely would have made conversation with him, especially when he was so attractive, but I wasn’t those types.
He sniffed the air, wrinkling his nose. “Too clean.”
“Come again?” I asked.
“It smells like bleach. Makes me wonder if someone died here.”
My baffled self just stared at him, unsure how he came to such conclusions. “Should I even ask?”
He looked at me and smiled. “Where I come from, if you smell bleach, it means there was a crime scene or murder in that place. The authorities use bleach and other chemicals to remove blood stains and body odors.”
“So…” I took a moment to put my evidence together. “You’re secretly a killer.”
He chuckled. How can a killer laugh so easily? He gives me all the red flags. Nikko would have annihilated him.
“No. Just observant.”
“And you like to sniff everything,” I commented.
“It’s part of my nature,” he replied.
There was an announcement informing us of our arrival in less than one minute. We both got up and I watched him put his backpack on.
“Then you’re a wolf?” I questioned.
“Nah.” He shook his head as he lifted his duffle bag. “Nice try, though.”
I wondered what he was, not getting a shifter scent off him. Whatever body wash or cologne he used still clung to his clothes, and I didn’t have his ‘go beyond the scent’ skills to surpass it.
The pod came to a stop, and we moved off onto the large platform. It wasn’t super busy, but even from this distance, I could see the huge school; the golden gates practically glowed from the sun that was higher in the sky.
Pointing to the large sign that read S.S.S. ACADEMY AHEAD, I declared, “That will lead you straight to the school. I’m sure once you get there, you’ll find someone who can help you figure out what you have to do.”
When he didn’t answer, I turned my head, a second before something soft pressed against my left cheek.
I must have blanked out for a few seconds; the sudden action made my brain overload and malfunction. The man smiled as he pulled back from kissing my cheek.
“Thank you, sweet-smelling Blossom. I really appreciate your kindness. Hope I get to see you again.”
“You…you just kissed me,” I blurted out.
“On the cheek, yes.”
“Is that like your way of showing thanks to anyone where you come from?” I asked. He grinned and shook his head.
“Nope. Only to someone you like.” He winked and fixed his bag that was on his back. “Hope to see you soon. Bye, Blossom.” He began walking away.
“My name’s not Blossom, it’s Silver!” I corrected, feeling my face grow hot.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder, blessing me with a perfect teeth-glimmering smile while his eyes danced with satisfaction.
“Nice to meet you, Silver.” He walked away, leaving me speechless on the platform.
If it wasn’t for the warning sound of the pod’s departure, I would have stood there for who knows how long.
Getting back on the pod, I sank into the same seat I’d been in on the journey here. It wasn’t until the pod was moving again before what had just happened finally sank in.
He kissed my cheek. Oh no. I told him my name?! I’m doomed.
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I started reading so fast that she had me take 3 and four books at a time, I also learned a lot about Minnesota, the family was probably originally from that state. Her husband Bill was an executive with the Ford Foundation in Mexico City. In this life I have had many lovely neighbors, but none that have impacted me the way Mrs. Gamble did… a fairy Godmother of sorts . I also had a great AUNT GINNY I so loved, her middle name AUSTIN is my son’s name.
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