The wolf bared his teeth at her, growling low. “Watch it. Your master’s not here to protect you, little girl. Maybe the next thing I’ll bury is you.”
Tate didn’t say anything, his shoulder rolling forward as he stared at his food like it had the answer to life.
“Catch you later, traitor.” The wolf shoved Tate before stalking away.
“Traitor?”
Tate gave a depreciating laugh. “They’re just mad that I bonded with a vampire.”
“Your master’s staring at you,” Xinyi commented, ducking her eyes down to the salad on her plate.
At that, I felt a heavy gaze on my back. Shifting in my seat, my eyes swept the dining hall for the culprit. They eventually landed on the same vampire that was with Tate yesterday when I was handling the werewolves.
Sitting with what looked like several other vampires on a set of couches off to one side, the vampire had dark hair artfully styled to hang over his eyes in that mysterious and attractive way that made your fingers itch to brush it out of his face. He dressed like he belonged on the cover of a GQ cover, in grey slacks and a stylish, charcoal-colored sweater.
I realized a moment later that those eyes weren’t staring at me. They were on Tate. At my lingering stare, they shifted and locked with mine. His wide lips ticked up at the edge before he turned to answer someone next to him like nothing had happened.
“It’s fine. He’s just being overprotective.” Tate picked up his tray and stood. “I better get going. But you’re coming to the party right?”
I grimaced. While I’d already figured I’d have to socialize with the other students, parties still weren’t my scene. “I don’t really have anything to wear to a party.”
Xinyi practically vibrated in her seat. “Oh, let me dress you. Pleeeease! Iris is about your height, and she’s got…” Her eyes dipped to my chest. “Your figure. I bet she has something that would look amazing on you.”
“There you go.” Tate leaned over to whisper in my ear. “No excuses now, princess.”
My eyes strayed to follow Tate as he walked away, a small flutter in my chest.
“Oooh.” Xinyi shifted to Tate’s empty seat. “You like him.”
I blinked, pulling my eyes away from his retreating back. “What? No. He’s my roommate. He’s just messing with me.”
“Your roommate?”
I waved her off, standing to get rid of my mostly uneaten food. “Some paperwork issue. Hazards of using a gender-neutral nickname.”
“Oh, got it.” Xinyi stood to follow me. “But tonight? Meet me in the vampire hall, room two-oh-five. Iris and I will find something that will wow the masses.”
I winced.
I didn’t exactly want to wow anyone, yet I couldn’t deny her. I had to just think of this as part of the mission. Dressing like I belonged would help make the other students relax around me. If there was alcohol, then they’d be more likely to talk to me.
The party was a problem for tonight. Right now, I had another class to go to and a partner to meet.
I just hoped they were willing to work with me and, to any deity that was listening, that it wasn’t Julian Fawley.
Chapter eight
Jack
Someoneuptherehatedme.
The moment my foot stepped into Supernatural Law and Enforcement,I knew I was fucked. Standing at the front of the class, looking way too sinful, was the bane of my existence.
Julian Fawley.
My team leader had ditched the hunter uniform and had donned the clothes of a sexy professor, with tan colored slacks, a white buttoned-up shirt and a midnight blue tie. He’d taken his beachy blonde hair and pulled it up into a bun on top of his head, then paired it with simple black thin rimmed glasses. The combination was lethal to anyone who saw him.
Before Julian could clock me, I hurried to the back of the large lecture hall, up the stairs until I found a seat in the far back corner. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t notice me. If not, then I’d pay for it after class.
