Kill peeked in. “Dude! You finished almost everything!”
“I’m an animal,” I shrugged, grabbing my phone.
Killian made a pained noise, prompting Callum and I to glance at him.
“This stuff tastes like ass and smells like armpits!”
I burst out laughing. “Weeell, I love it.”
“Let me try.” Callum, never one to miss out on a food experience, grabbed the container from his twin and took a bite. He immediately started coughing, and louder than usual. “Okay, this tastes like a certified hairy, ugly ass.”
“So, who’s the girl from last night?” I grabbed my light bag, tossed in my laptop and water bottle, and zipped it halfway up.
“She was fun.” Killian recovered from the food and perked up, showing a hint of his fangs. “But then, I met the most beautiful girl in the universe!”
“In the universe, hmm?” I glanced over at him.
He took a banana off the counter, peeling it as he followed me to the door, where I stepped into my green sneakers. I’d had to throw away my other pair last night.Fucking talons.
“A goddess, T! You should’ve seen her!” He had that dreamy look in his eyes—the one he got when someone told him no.
I chuckled at his words as I tugged on a gray hoodie and beanie that matched Callum’s.
“You fall for everyone,” I answered, half paying attention, half responding to texts in our wereball group chat.
“No, no, seriously! You should’ve seen her, damn!” Killian fanned himself. “And her two ladies. Oh, man. Motorboating those would send you straight to the moon!”
“Who was she?” Callum asked.
“Don’t really know… Oh, and get this! Sweet pea and the lioness are both from Comet, staying in the same building as some of the players. Can you believe that? I screwed one of their females, and I’m gonna marry another one! They had no clue!”
I frowned, nostrils flaring. “You were in their territory? You know that’s a no-go.”
“No, of course not, man! Just on their campus.”
“Still.”
Those Comet losers. My fists couldn’t wait for the next game—already itching to smash as many of them as possible.
“Did anyone from the wereball team see you?” Callum asked, trailing behind.
“Nah, I bailed out the window before anyone else—besides my sweet pea—could spot me,” Killian said, sounding way too pleased with himself.
The conversation shifted to other stuff—wereball, training, the usual. Yet somehow, as I headed to class, I felt lighter, more content within myself.
At lunch, I pulled out my phone and typed inmushy seaweed recipes. Nothing came close to the mermaid food I’d had that morning. Figures—of course the best thing I’d tasted all year would’ve been cooked by someone I’d never actually met.
CHAPTER 5
YVAINE
After Killian left, I continued with my croissant mission—and an hour later, all my roommates were finally up, tangled in their sacred morning rituals.
Makena strutted in, wearing a knee-length T-shirt depicting a dead guy whose head was buried under a headstone shaped like a woman’s body, engraved with the words:Rest in Pussy. Her makeup was just the right amount of smudge, giving her that ‘partied-too-hard-but-still-look-fabulous’ vibe. Plus, with Kenyan genes, having moved to the USA when she was just ten, I wasn’t sure it was even possible for her to have a bad hair day.
“Good morning, Mak! I made you a chai.” I poked at her hip.
“Shhh! Not so loud. And thank you.” She dropped her head onto my shoulder. I hugged her tight with a grin.
