Miri's Pov
The devil was my mate.
Not literally, but close enough.
I was still gasping for breath when I stumbled into the hallway, clutching my bag like it would somehow anchor me to reality. My legs were jelly, my skin too tight, and my heart won't stop trying to leap out of my chest like a traitorous little bastard.
Riven. It's Riven.
The reason I'd been hot and twitchy all day. The reason my magic had felt like it was humming under my skin, imbalanced and threatening to crack me open. That smug, cocky, insufferably hot half incubus everyone in school either wanted to fuck or wanted to be.
Mate.
Mate.
Of all the freaking people on the planet—scratch that, the universe—it had to be him.
And worse? He knew. The smugness. The charm. The way he always looked at people like he could taste their thoughts. And now… the way he looked at me. Like I was the dessert he'd been saving for a century.
This is not happening.
