For the rest of the class period, I listened to some ridiculous ideas. They ranged from rubbing troll saliva on any sparkle spots, including my mouth, to soaking in the hot springs with Fenris.
The bell rang, and I stood smoothly.
“I already soaked, and it didn’t help the first spot.”
“It might not have helped with the smell, but it helped you relax.”
People made way for us as we walked to General Living. A few cast accusing glances my way, and it wasn’t until the third one that the reason clicked. Immediately, I scanned the faces for Miranda. Instead, I spotted Eras heading my way.
I reached out and clasped Fenris’s hand without thinking. His fingers curled warmly around mine, lending the comfort I desperately needed.
“Sucu-bitch, you are—”
Fenris’s fist crashed into Eras’s face. My mouth fell open. The incubus stumbled back a step, his eyes going dark as his gaze locked on Fenris, who was grinning.
“Want to try that again, Eras? Her name is Eliana.”
Eras wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He glared at Fenris for an extra moment before looking at me again.
“It’s about time you find your own food. Maybe I should steal your meal from you.”
That dark thing inside of me, the one I was trying so hard not to acknowledge, roared to life.
“Touch Fenris and you will be my next meal, Eras.”
Chapter Three
“Is there a problem?”Adira said, appearing suddenly.
The students who’d gathered to watch the spectacle quickly cleared the halls as the second bell rang. I looked at the woman who’d been making my life hell for far too long. Piepen’s rancid taste, Eras’s anger, and Adira’s meddling were pushing me closer and closer to a dangerous ledge I didn’t dare fall from. Only Fenris’s firm grip on my hand kept me anchored. His thumb stroked over my skin, and I took a calming breath before speaking.
“Eras believes I hired druids to wipe his memory.”
“Did you?” she asked.
“Would it matter if I did? Wouldn’t that be the kind of cutthroat behavior expected of our kind?”
“See! She’s admitting it,” Eras said.
“She admitted nothing, Eras,” Adira said calmly. “But she is correct. Druids need practice with memory wipes, and there’s no harm in encouraging their practice. And you know those types of low-level spells don’t work well on your kind. I’m also quite confident that Eliana didn’t hire a mystic druid. The Council would have known if one had entered Uttira.”
Eras flushed an angry red but remained quiet. Likely, we were both thinking the same thing. If a druid spell didn’t wipe his memory, then what did?
“She stole my meal,” he said through clenched teeth.
“You desire the werewolf too?” Adira said, glancing at Fenris.
Eras’s expression shifted. With a sly smile at me, he focused on Adira.
“I think I do.”
Fenris snorted. I found Eras far less amusing and struggled not to step in front of Fenris.
“If there’s nothing else, I think I’ll take my meal to go,” I said, tugging Fenris with me.
“Enjoy him while you can,” Eras said.
My steps slowed, and Fenris took the lead, pulling me away from Eras and his knowing smirk. Behind him, Adira watched us all closely.
