“So did I.”
He lifted his head at my words. “You did?”
“Don’t look so surprised,” I snorted, walking over to him. “Tate and Xinyi were telling me about the council and how it all works.”
“If you don’t know how it works by now—”
I cut him off with a flat look. “They were also saying how there were some vampires and others who didn’t like the way the council was running things.”
“Did you get names?” Julian looked excited for a moment, and it killed me to disappoint him.
“No, not yet.”
Julian sighed.
“I’ll find out. I didn’t want to push for too much too soon, especially since they were giving me information so freely.” I leaned on the edge of his desk, trying to peek at what he was looking at.
“Of course you will,” Julian snipped, as if I hadn’t just given our mission a direction to poke in. “Here.” He shoved a paper at me. “There’s a bar in town. Supernaturals like to hang out there.”
“Why don’t you just go then?” I glanced down at the paper. “Hair of the Dog? Sounds like a werewolf hang-out.”
“It’s not. Vamps and witches go too.” Julian scribbled something on a piece of paper, not looking at me. “And I would, if it wasn’t where the students liked to hang out. Might look out of place. Besides,” his eyes flicked up to me, “I’m a known hunter. Do you think they’d look kindly on me hanging around their bar?”
“Right,” I drew out, standing to tuck the paper in my pocket. “Alright, I’ll take Tate and check it out.”
“No.”
I stiffened. “What? You don’t want me to check it out?”
Julian straightened. “You shouldn’t take the wolf with you.”
I arched a brow, then crossed my arms over my chest. “Why not?”
“Jack.” Removing his glasses, Julian sighed. “I don’t have to tell you how important this mission is to us and your family. There can’t be any distraction.”
“And Tate?” I asked, even though I had a feeling I knew exactly where this was going.
“He’s a distraction.” Julian leveled a look at me. “Can you tell me with certainty that you could go to the bar and search for clues without getting distracted by your little boyfriend?”
I rolled my tongue around my mouth and clicked my tongue. “I see how it is.” I huffed a laugh as I stalked across the classroom until I reached the door again.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
At Julian’s voice, I stopped and turned my hand on the doorknob. “It’s just… you sound jealous.”
Julian arched a brow. “Jealous?”
“Yes, you. Jealous.”
He crossed the room until he hovered over me, his eyes darkening. He crowded around me, one arm above my head, his body brushing against mine until every breath tasted like him.
“Why would I be jealous ofhim? Any of them?”
I opened my mouth to retort. His finger pressed to my lips.
“I could never be jealous ofthem.Remember,I know what you sound like, Jack.” His words were a low rumble that tightened things low inside of me, then his thigh pressed between my legs, raising that ache to a throb.
“I’ve tasted every inch of you. Every sweet bit.” His eyes dipped down my body, leaving me no chance to misunderstand. “I even know how you like to beg. Oh, you beg so nicely for me. Squeezing me so tight as you came apart.” He thumbed down my bottom lip.
