Invision by Sherrilyn Kenyon Page A

Dark-Hunters in retaliation for the centuries of protecting humans from their supernatural predators.
    It also allowed the shape-shifter families a controlled environment for their children so that they could have playtime with humans where if they had an accident and shifted into their animal bodies, the humans wouldn’t flip out and call the authorities. As Squires or their children, they understood about Were-Hunters, and they could help cover for them with the humans here who didn’t know about them.
    It gave the Were-Hunters a way to practice being in the normal world so that they could acclimate.
    Nick had been one of those baretos students at St. Richard’s until two and half years ago when his best friends had turned on him, and Kyrian had saved his life. For some reason that still eluded Nick, the ancient Greek had taken a liking to him and decided to give him a hand up and bring him into this amazing world.
    Now he was a Squire at an age that was unheard of, since Squires were supposed to be eighteen before they could be sworn in to their oaths. But Kyrian had pulled strings and so here Nick was. The youngest Squire in Council history.
    And this new guy they were introducing …
    He didn’t appear to be a Squire or one of their kids.
    Nick glanced at Caleb. What do you think?
    Caleb shrugged nonchalantly.
    Ms. Pantall cleared her throat as she read his card. “Everyone? This is Nathan St. Cyr. Nathan’s a new student who just moved to New Orleans from New York. I know everyone will be on your best behavior and welcome him in. Mr. St. Cyr, if you’ll take an empty seat, we’ll get started.”
    An odd sensation went through Nick as Nathan neared him. Like a wire had been touched to his spine and sent a jolt through his entire central nervous system. Not that anyone had ever done that to him, but that was what he imagined such a thing would feel like.
    As Nathan neared his desk, he inclined his head to him, then sat down on the other side of Kody.
    Yeah, that didn’t endear him any. You better not be eyeballing my girl, punk …
    Nick would snatch those blue eyes out of that boy’s head and use them for marbles. The Malachai in him was rising up and breathing fire down Nick’s neck. It was hard to leash the beast when he came calling like this. Every part of Nick wanted a piece of Nathan for daring to trespass on Kody’s personal space.
    Especially when he leaned over a second later and, with a charming grin, brushed his hand against Kody’s arm. “Do you have a pencil I can borrow? Mine must have fallen out of my backpack.”
    â€œSure.” Kody handed him the one she was holding.
    His grin turned even more debonair as he ran it under his nose and smelled the stylus as if he could still detect her light perfume on the wood. “Mmm, I’ll treasure it always. Thank you for your kindness, my noble lady.”
    When Nick started to rise, Caleb caught his arm. Down, boy. Don’t make me smack your nose with a rolled-up newspaper.
    Nick cut a glare at his best friend to let Caleb know he could be a worthy substitution as a whipping boy if he didn’t let go.
    Kody turned toward Nick. Is it me or was that gross?
    And that right there saved Nathan’s life. Leave it to his girl to be oblivious.
    He was relieved, until Nathan turned back toward her.
    Suddenly, Kody’s desk slid four inches closer to Nick’s, and farther from Nathan’s. She turned an indignant glare at Nick for his audacity.
    At the sharp scraping that made most people cringe, everyone in the room shot around to look for the source of the sudden sound. Nick forced himself not to cringe at the involuntary use of his Malachai powers.
    Clearing his throat, he glanced at his teacher. “Sorry. My foot got caught under Kody’s desk.”
    â€œWhy was your foot under her desk?”
    Nick shrugged. “I’m too tall for the desk and my feet have a