“Dr.Wesson said I’d be fine with leaving tomorrow if my wounds stopped bleeding.No offense, but I’d rather be at home.”He ran his hand over his bandaged stomach.
“I’m almost certain he said two weeks, not one day,” Jaks interjected.
Grevin scowled.
“Will you be safe there?You don’t have any wards anymore, and the demon knows where you live.”Generally, he trusted Grevin to take care of himself, but his protective wards were shattered.
“I’ll be safe enough.The demon will want to avoid the necromancer who could send him back.”
That made sense, but Quentin still worried.Grevin’s unknown attacker was out there, and they weren’t sure it was Hafrey.He knew better than to bring that up, but he’d make sure Jaks assigned someone to keep an eye on Grevin if he decided to return home.
“I’d prefer you stay until you're strong enough to put your wards back up.”
“Go to class.I’ll stay here for today, but I make no promises for tomorrow.”Grevin made a shooing motion with his hands, then grimaced after the movement jostled his injuries.
“Fine.”Quentin brightened.“At least I still have my bag with me.”He’d been hauling around his messenger bag since he left to save Grevin earlier.It contained everything he needed to teach his class.
Grevin smirked.“Are you ready to face your adoring fans?”
Jaks straightened from his languid pose against the wall.“What fans?”
“Quentin didn’t tell you?After his first class, he’s gathered quite a following.Glenn said that when he went to visit Quentin, he heard some students giggling over the hot new teacher.”
“Be quiet,” Quentin hissed at his traitorous friend.His cheeks burned with humiliation.He’d purposely kept that information from Jaks—the possessive asshole.He didn’t think Glenn would spread the story around.
“No, he didn’t.”Jaks’s frown told him they would be discussing that omission later.
“I didn’t want you to go all dark vamp on the students.”Quentin refused to regret his decision.“I don’t need that sort of reputation.”
Grevin nodded wisely.“It’s hard being a sex symbol and a professor at the same time.”
“You’re lucky you’re injured, or I’d stab you.”Quentin glared at his friend.
“No, you wouldn’t.”Grevin snuggled smugly into his pillows.“You’d set me on fire.You aren’t the stabby type.”
Quentin raked his fingers through his hair, wondering if his friends would drive him bald.“Anyway… I need to go.I only have half an hour until class.”
“It’s only twice a week, right?”Jaks took possession of Quentin’s right hand, kissing each finger in a distracting seduction.
“Y-yes.”He futilely tried to retrieve his hand.“It’s an elective, but many of them will drop out when they realize it’s more challenging than they expected.Spell creation isn’t for the lazy, and not everyone has the aptitude or the raw power.”
“Why didn’t you have them tested before they signed up?”Grevin asked.
“There wasn’t enough time.There was a delay in setting up the class.One of the professors on the board didn’t want someone as inexperienced as me teaching anything.”
“Which professor?”Jaks scowled.
“The dean didn’t say, but I can guess.”
“Rendell?”Grevin persisted.
“Probably.He’s always trying to ensure that no one is promoted faster than he is.I think he sees me as a threat to his funding.”Rendell had always been a pain in his ass, but lately, there have been more calculating looks sent Quentin’s way whenever he visited the lab.
“Sounds like an asshat.”
“Yep.”
A quick kiss to his vampire, then Quentin teleported to campus.
