Bark dug into my back as the sound of birds filled my ears. The Bestial Forest was very different from the forest outside the village, and even without the bitter cold, I enjoyed it.
Ding.
My tablet rang from in my bag, so I slipped it off my shoulder and started digging around until I pulled out the tablet.
It was still weird to own a piece of technology since I had only been on one briefly in the Arctic Wolf Village during one of the herb trades with another herbalist who let me see hers. I had to admit, having one of these would have been a lot easier to keep up with the different patients and their preferred herbs.
Pressing the button on top, I had a message from Rhett, and a heat wave rushed through me from just seeing his name and remembering what he was capable of.
Clicking on the flashing alert, it pulled up a message from him, and my chest tightened as I read it.
I swallowed hard. Did he really need to schedule a session with every student? With him being the only counselor, it made it seem like a bit of a difficult task to manage, but it was his job.
How did an incubus get a job as an academy counselor, anyway? I didn’t know much about demons or the Demon Capital, but it seemed weird to me.
To: Rhett Everhart
From: Wren Clearwater
Subject: RE: Schedule a Session
Good afternoon, Rhett.
About the “check in” session, I’m free any time I’m not in class. I’ll attach a copy of my class schedule. It’s the paperclip icon, right? Feel free to call me if you need to clarify anything.
I’ll see you whenever we set up the appointment.
Send.
I let out a heavy breath as my head hit the back of the tree.
The forest was beautiful. Little animals were all over, and a pretty blue butterfly flew around the clearing without a care in the world, unlike the ones making a ruckus in my belly.
Rhett oozed sex appeal, something I knew I lacked majorly, but when he let his pheromones out, Iwantedto feel sexy.
I snorted a laugh. There was no way that would ever happen.
Ding.
Rhett’s name flashed on the tablet, and I pulled up the email. He’d responded within minutes.
To: Wren Clearwater
From: Rhett Everhart
Subject: RE: RE: Schedule a Session
Are you free tomorrow evening at 7 PM?
My chest tightened. Seven was a bit late for a session, wasn’t it? It should be fine since he was a counselor. He wouldn’t have suggested it if it wasn’t okay.
To: Rhett Everhart
From: Wren Clearwater
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Schedule a Session
Yes. I’ll see you at 7 tomorrow evening.
