“That’s true,” Trixie agreed. “I’m just joking, Kian.”
“I can raise the dead but not conjure simple clothes.” Huffing, he shuffled into the bathroom.
As the bathroom door clicked shut, I pulled out my tablet and sat back on my bed. “You know, you should try not to pick on him. He’s sweet.”
Trixie gasped, flattening her hand over her chest as she walked into my room. “I wasn’t picking on him. I was just messing with him.”
“Some people have a difficult time with that kind of joking.” I powered up the tablet and clicked on the blue schedule icon. “Words are powerful.”
“I know how powerful words are. I’m a witch.” She turned toward the bathroom with a sigh. “But you’re right. Shit.”
A list of classes, times, and professors’ names popped up on the screen, but I tore my gaze away to look at Trixie.
“I know you didn’t mean any harm, but any time a flaw is pointed out, it hurts. Even if it’s meant as a joke,” I murmured, thinking back to when the she-wolves from the village would talk about my size as a hindrance to taking down prey.
I may not have been the best hunter, but I could provide for myself. Wolves and foxes didn’t have the same prey, anyway.
“I’m a bitch.” Trixie groaned, running a hand down her face. “I didn’t even think about that. I owe so many others apologies too.”
Cracking a smile, I shook my head. “Being aware and caring makes you anything but that.”
She placed her hands on her hips and frowned. “Still. I owe him an apology.”
“Yes, you do.” I shifted my attention back toward the screen and asked, “What classes do you have?”
She came over and sat down next to me to look over my shoulder to look at my schedule. Letting out a low whistle, she said, “Damn. We have the eight AM class together. Crystology with Vespertine sounds like sin-Heaven. That vampire is so fine.”
My heart thumped at the mention of the alluring vampire I met with Thorn yesterday. “You’ve met him?”
“The entire student body met him!” She giggled, sweeping her hair up into a ponytail with magic. “And everyone has been talking about him. He’s so young for a professor. I mean, granted, he’s a vampire, so he’s probably a lot older than he looks, but I can tell you that everyone wants a piece of that. Could you imagine being bitten by him?”
What I’d give to feel his fangs pierce the flesh of my neck.It probably wouldn’t sting for long.Vampire bites had venom, but I wasn’t sure what the venom did.
Even thinking about it made my blood heat up, so I coughed a few times to clear my throat. “Um, what about Herbology Knowledge Theory at ten? Please tell me you’re in that with me.”
“With Fallon, yep! She’s apparently a bitch.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. “I may conjure medicinal mushrooms, but I have no fucking clue how to actually use them!”
I giggled, swatting a strand of my hair away from my eyes. “I was actually in the process of taking over as village herbalist back in Briesia, so I have the basics down. You’ll have to show me all the mushrooms you can conjure and we can study together.”
She swooped her head toward me as her jaw dropped. “No fucking way! You’re going to save my ass from failing.”
“Sure.” I nodded. “As long as you give me some of those medicinal mushrooms. Can you whip up some reishi?”
“Bitch, I eat that mushroom weekly.” Snapping her fingers, the brown kidney-shaped mushroom appeared in the air and floated into my lap.
“You’re amazing!” I squealed as my cheeks started to ache from the broad smile on my face. “Do you have any idea what kind of medicines we can make with this?”
“No, but you can tell me later.” Grabbing the mushroom from my lap, she stuffed it into my bag and stood up. “Human studies at two?”
I glanced back down at my tablet with a pout. My mind was reeling with all the mushrooms she could conjure up that I had no access to in the arctic climate of Briesia. The possibilities were endless.
“Yep. Human studies at two with Angelo,” I said before taking my bag from her and shoving the tablet in. “Do you know much about humans?”
“Nope.”
“They’re a lot easier to reanimate than supernaturals,” Kian said as he walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, fully dressed in his uniform, with his glasses perched on his nose. “Not that I was listening in or anything. I just heard the question as I walked out.”
“I was listening,” Damien whispered, the warmth of his breath hitting my earlobe and sending chills down my spine.
