“And if you hadn’t released a malicious spell on me, I could have been out of there faster,” a smooth voice said behind Wave.Like the first time, she dropped her book.Thankfully, this time it was her plain old course book.How the hell had he moved so fast and unnoticed?
“And if you learned not to sneak up behind people, maybe you’d have fewer curses thrown at you,” she snapped and glared at the smirking man.He was holding only a few papers in his hand and, with a twirl of his finger, lifted her book from the ground.
“Life would be too boring that way,” he replied.
Wave huffed and, without really thinking about it, threw a tiny rain cloud over his head.“There.Have a nice day,” she said and inwardly cursed herself for making a scene.
Managing an elemental spell like that wasn’t outside of a storm spirit’s range.It had been a rain cloud, not a mini tornado or thunderstorm, but still, it had been a reckless and needless display.Not only that, but Mr.Jerk looked annoyingly hot with doused hair and a droplet of water clinging to his too-long lashes.
Wave refused to drool, so she spun on her heel and began marching toward the door.She had almost made her escape when a hand wrapped around her arm.
“Not so fast, Ms.Spinwell.”
Damn, he remembered her name.Wave stopped and tried to keep her face calm despite the heat leaking in to her core from his touch.She had long sleeves on and three layers of shields up, and still the man managed to stroke her needy siren.
“I should apologize,” she said.
“You should,” he replied.He wasn’t glaring at her, though.
“I’m not going to.”
“I didn’t expect you to.”
Wave quirked an eyebrow at him.
“I was actually coming to talk to you about the field trip.You’re a new transfer, so I have no idea where your skills lie.I need to assess them, especially your shielding, before the trip.”
Wave’s new friend made her escape from the room, and her face held so many emotions that Wave didn’t have a chance to decipher any of them.
“What do you suggest?”Her eyes stayed glued somewhere around Mr.Whitfurst’s cheek.That’s it.Keep it professional and distant.No drooling.Definitely no flirting.Besides, it had to be against the rules to mingle with any part of the faculty, right?
“Private tutoring sessions once a week to make sure you are up to par by the time the Hell Moon rises.”
Wave couldn’t help but look up enough to meet his eyes.“You’d waste your precious time on that?”
Mr.Whitfurst actually looked almost embarrassed.Almost.Before he got himself under control, Wave realized her third shield was slipping.Crap, crap, crap.Hopefully, he hadn’t noticed anything.
It was nice and all to be a full siren with full control of those powers.Wave, on the other hand, had inherited her mother’s strength and power, but none of her control or finesse.Hence her slight obsession over neat spell casting.
Sirens could pull or sing all sentient creatures to their doom.Or anywhere else they really wanted to take them.Wave leaked that shit all over unintentionally if she wasn’t very careful.Bespelling a teaching assistant had to be against the rules, too.Right?
She really needed to read the honor code and the thick book on rules and regulations more thoroughly than she skimmed during her orientation.
“Ms.Spinwell, are you listening to me?”
“Huh?”
Now Mr.Jerk was, in fact, glaring at her.“I asked, are you free this afternoon?”
Relief swept over Wave, and she shook her head.“I’m working at the library after my classes.”
“Let me see your schedule.”
She tried to find a way to avoid it, but couldn’t come up with any reason beyond‘you too hot-me horny’, so she reluctantly pulled the paper out of her bag and handed it over.Mr.Jerk scanned over the schedule quickly and then nodded.
“Thursday afternoon, after you finish at the library.I’ll come pick you up at the front desk,” he said in a tone that brooked no arguments.
“Fine,” she murmured and held her hand out for the paper.
