And most of the Legacies.
Killian Hastings
I’m going to kill whoever her Chem partner is.
Roth Kovacs
No you’re not.
Killian Hastings
Not even some light maiming??
Roth Kovacs
Partner with her but don’t make a scene.
Killian Hastings
Luther Falke
And keep your dick in your pants.
Killian Hastings
About that…
I look at her, wondering what the fuck Killian’s talking about. They didn’t actually hook up, did they? I swallow thickly to hide my warring shock and surging lust as my brain tries to connect the dots.
“Killian’s in Chemistry. And Roth has Runic Studies.”
“Can’t wait,” she deadpans, and my lips curl up into a half-smile. Over the next hour and a half, I steal glances at her whenever she watches McCall lecture. By the time class ends, she’s got three pages of notes to my three sentences.
“See you next class,” she says, packing her things and shouldering her backpack.
“Wait—” I stand quickly before she can get away. Looking down at her like this reminds me of that day in the Medical Center, and please God don’t let me get hard at the thought. “—do you want to trade phone numbers, in case you have questions about the material?” She glances at the messy scrawls in my notebook and raises her eyebrow. “Or, you know, if you want to study. Or something.” She quirks her head at me, and I’d give anything to know what she’s thinking. Because I don’t dothis. Talk to people. Usually they just talkatme. This is so fucking uncomfortable, but I can’t let her go again like I did on Samhain.
My fingers start to twitch the longer she looks at me, but eventually she reaches out. “Hand me your phone?” I pull it out of my pocket and unlock it before handing it to her. A moment later her phone lights up in her other hand and she gives mine back to me. “Here you go.”
“Cool.” I swallow thickly, staring at her. I can’t stop looking at her. She’s not pissed like she was when Killian went after her, but she’s not smiling like she does with Ramsey whenever I see them together. Or the necromancer. Fuck, was Killian right? Are they?—
“Can I get by?” she asks, and I realize I’m still blocking her in.
“Yeah, sorry.” I mumble, inhaling her scent as she passes by, letting it wash over me until I’m almost dizzy. “I’ll text you.” I blurt out, belatedly grateful to realize we’re the last ones in the classroom. She looks over her shoulder briefly, and then she’s gone.
I hastily shove my notebook into my backpack and save her phone number before I do something stupid like have a stroke or come to my senses. I barely make it to my next class in time, not that it matters because I don’t pay attention. I agonize about whether I should text her. Isn’t there some rule about how long I have to wait or something?
Thane Rorvik
I got her number. Do I text her now? Or do I wait?
Killian Hastings
Bro.
Thane Rorvik
Shut up.
