Free The Silver Eyed Prince (Highest Royal Coven of Europe) by VJ Dunraven Page A

maroon eyes, and entered.
    They all scattered, rushing to their seats.
    Elizabeth and Lela took the nearest chairs on either side of Ben. Carlos sat behind them.
    “That was cool, girl!” Carlos whispered. “Where did you learn that move?”
    “Uh—I don't know how I did that,” Elizabeth replied, still shaken.
    “Thanks for saving my face,” Ben murmured.
    “Do you know him?” Elizabeth glanced at the burly boy who had physically reverted back to normal. Goosebumps rose on her skin just thinking about how sinister he looked not a minute ago.
    “Yeah—since fourth grade. Bart Hammerstein, the most notorious third-sex offender,” Ben muttered under his breath. “The other losers are his cr onies. Joe Wayne and Oscar Lynch.”
    “They've been bullying you that long?” Elizabeth asked, aghast.
    Ben nodded. “Not just me, but anyone who's gay or friends with me. So be careful.”
    “Don’t worry—I got your back.” Carlos patted Ben’s shoulder.
    “I know.” Ben half-turned and did a fist-bump with Carlos. “I don’t always say it, but thanks for being a true friend.”
    “Aw, shucks! Quit the mushy stuff. You’re going to make me cry.” Carlos made a face.
    “Poo-poo head!” Ben said.
    “Drama queen!” Carlos retorted.
    “Sshhh!” Lela glared at both of them.
    The gentleman with the droopy eyes placed his things on the desk. “I'm Mr. Thomas Clark, your instru ctor in Social Hierarchy. Before we begin—Mr. Hammerstein? Is there anything I should know?”
    “Uh, no Sir.” Bart sunk further into his chair.
    “Let me make this clear to all of you.” Mr. Clark swept his gaze about the room. “There will be no bullying in my class. Understood?” He rested his eyes on Bart with a frown.
    Bart and his friends squirmed in their seats.
    “Now let's begin.” Mr. Clark picked up a white board marker. “Our race is grouped into four types of breed. Can anyone tell me what they are?”
    Lela raised her hand.
    “Yes, Miss Ikeda?”
    Lela stood up. “The Royals, Descendants, the Tainted, and Hellions.”
    “Very good.” Mr. Clark nodded. “Let's commence by discussing the Tainted first, since everyone in this class is Tainted.”
    He went to the board. “As you well know, the Tainted are Deimons born against the covenant, from the union of one immortal parent and one human parent,” he pointed at the equation he wrote in bold letters. Immortal + Human = Tainted .  
    “Why is it against the covenant?” Someone called from the back of the classroom.
    Elizabeth recognized the girl as Julie Anne, the pretty, petite girl Lela had introduced to her earlier.
    “Good question, Miss Riggs,” Mr. Clark said. “The covenant does not tolerate the union because it has many consequences that rarely end well. A Deimon who falls in love with a mortal faces many difficulties. One of them is the temptation to succumb to his predatory i nstinct that could be fatal to the human partner and others. Only the highly disciplined ones are successful.” He paused and looked around. “Any other questions? Yes, Miss Jill Weber?”
    The girl with copper-colored hair rose from her chair. “What if a Royal, a Descendant, or a Hellion m ates with a Tainted?”
    “Then the offspring will still be a Tainted. Any child who has a trace of human genetics will mature and age as a Tainted.” He wrote another equation on the board that read: Any breed + Tainted = Tainted .
    Elizabeth wondered about her dad. If she was a Tainted and her mom was a Deimon ... then he must be human! Was that the real reason for her parents' separation?
    “Now let's talk about Conversion .” Mr. Clark walked halfway into the middle aisle. “Can anyone tell me what it is?” He pointed to Jared. “Yes, Mr. Crowe?”
    “Conversion is a genetic transformation where h uman DNA is prevailed by our potent DNA.”
    “Correct!” Mr. Clark strolled back to the board. “The human gene becomes dormant and the immortal gene becomes dominant.