“I will free us,” Persius had promised her in their cages. “I swear it to you.”
Nix pocketed the protection potion.I will free you.
“Miss Oadess,” Dean Felling greeted her from his dark wooden desk as she walked into the dimly lit office. “Do you know why I called you to my office?”
Was it her bursting into flames, her public orgy in the courtyard, or how she broke Elle’s wrist this morning?
Dressed in an extra girl’s uniform, Nix said, “Actually, I—”
The door swung open again.
Bael and Ryker strode inside, also fully dressed now.
The dean frowned. “Gentlemen, this is a private meeting—”
“With our girl,” Bael said, throwing his body down onto one of the plush chairs and leisurely stretching over it.
Dean Felling raised an unhappy eyebrow and looked to Nix. “Miss Oadess?”
Nix sighed. “I cannot seem to go anywhere without them following me, sir.”
Dean Felling scoffed, looking to Bael and Ryker. “As the dean of Alatus Academy, I demand you leave Miss Oadess and me to our meeting in private.”
Bael twirled his blade in his hand, playing with it. “Nah.”
Ryker, stoic and silent, simply crossed his arms over his chest and stood at the door, scanning the room for possible threats to Nix’s safety.
As annoying as they were…Nix kind of loved it.How am I supposed to get captured in this life with these two by my side?
“I have heard some troubling news, Miss Oadess, and the presence of these two…students—” Dean Felling bit out the word as if he wanted to say something else in regards to Ryker and Bael. “—suggests that the rumors are true.”
“Rumors?” Nix asked.
“I have heard you have dyed your hair red, dishonoring and betraying your ancestral cygnus appearance, and enrolled in classes with male alphas such as potions and combat—”
The door swung open again. This time, it was Thierry.
Nix rubbed a hand over her blushing face.
“Professor Thierry,” the dean said in surprise. “Did we have a meeting scheduled?”
“I heard the announcement about the dean needing to meet with Miss Oadess and wondered if you needed me.”
The dean shook his head. “Why would I need you?”
“No,” Thierry said, stepping closer to Nix’s chair and making eye contact with her as he palmed the back of her seat and leaned down. “Do you need me?” he asked her, his minty breath wafting over her face.
Dean Felling sputtered, “What is this?”
“She is my mate,” Thierry told him with a blank expression that did not ask for any sort of permission or opinion.
“Astudentis your mate?”
“My fated mate. So, please ignore my presence, as I wait to hear what you wish to say to her.”
“This is ridiculous,” Dean Felling stated. “This was meant to be aprivatemeeting. I cannot conduct it with you all here as well.”
“Why?” Bael questioned. “Why does it have to be private?”
