Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) by Immer C.H Page A

this man’s perfection.
    The handsome man’s hair is dark, nicely brush back. His small eyes glimmer the green within them. He has a nice tone of skin, sun kiss, with elegant features that articulate the indifference in him, lashing my curiosity. He’s tall, a bit taller than Corr, about six foot, and his lips, is his most devious feature; full-perfect shape, definitely kissable. Attractiveness is so prevailing I can’t help but to bite my bottom lip—looking at him lifts my passionate feminine side. A side I didn’t think I had. Why are the men from Doomsvell so handsome? First, hot-body-gorgeous Corr, and now this perfect-beautiful man, damn you Doomsvell. The handsome man removes his long black collared coat exposing a white shirt that fits him just-right. The shirt demonstrates a tad of his biceps and well built upper body. I don’t like the bit of hair that’s growing on his face, for I like my men hairless. Other than that, he’s everything a girl wants. He turns the hourglass, indicating class has begun.
    “Good day class. I see we have seven new apprentices. Please new recruits, raise your hands.” He speaks looking at a book on his desk. I bashfully raise a hand, together with other girls. He turns to me, suddenly interested. I blush, shock that of all girls it’s me who calls his attention. My heart bumps, and I feel utterly shy.
    “And you are?” he asks, walking towards me. I bite my lip. He narrows his eyes, waiting for an answer. “Jud…” something knocks on my head halting me. I stare at my muscular hands. Not mine, not girly. Holy shit, I let my feminine behaviors take over me. I gulp down noisily. I want to beat myself for forgetting. This is hard…too damn hard. “Jorsay…” I whisper disappointed with my reality.
    “And already you have caused so much damage on your first day.” He scolds. I partly pant. I touch my forehead feeling the bump of the script. I softly rub the slime that crawls down my skin. What was I thinking? For an instant I lost myself. I don’t want this…I want to be a girl. I want to be Judyala.
    “One thing kid, do not mess around in my study time for if you do, your punishment will be a lot greater than words on your forehead. You comprehend me?” He threatens me in a deeper accent. I push a nod and discreetly look at Ramuso who stares intimidated by the instructor. “For those of you who do not know me, I am Sorcerer Shorewen. For the next hour, I am going to be your Magic statistic instructor. For those of you who are new, in your desk will be a book,” everyone in the classroom pulls out a brown leather book with thousands of pages from their desk. On the cover of the book is a circle, inside there are lettering mark as, ʤ in which represents Doomsvell and the three possessors.
    “For you newcomers ,” he says with his eyes on me. His fierce look makes me nervous, still, I can’t help but analyze a bit more of him, he is a sorcerer, and has no point on his ears. I wonder where he could be from. “Let the book guide you. Take it with you to your dorms and study it. I dislike anyone who is behind, and if you are, I will personally make sure by the end of the day… you-are - not . Open the book to page three-hundred and fifty.” I open the book, sure, there are scriptures written, but the book doesn’t have numbers. I frown, and flip the pages one by one, trying to count to 350 . Ramuso’s elbow meets my ribcage. I halt and groan, avoiding drawing the instructor’s attention. He’s that type of instructor people easily fear.
    “Wh y the hell did you hit me!” I hiss at the little freak. I peek at Instructor Shorewen. A good-looking timid female is inquiring about the text. Probably flirting with him…I don’t blame her. Instructors are not meant to be sooo hot, not that I would know. I’ve been having the same instructors since my first years.
    “Speak the number…” he says through his teeth. I scoff, of course. That's logical,