Vaxan Canor was in my dorm room.
Sure, I’d invited him, but I hadn’t properly accounted forthis.
For what had happened the moment I’d closed the door and basically kind of sealed us in this space away from any other people and distractions that usually served to dilute this… undercurrent that I’d felt between us since that night in The Caverns where I’d accidentally eye-fucked him. Accidentally? All right.
I’d kept away except during the classes we’d shared, because I’d thought him being with Winter had made acknowledging this connection between us a no-go.
But I’d realized how wrong I’d been. Winter had seemed more than a little intrigued when he’d walked in on us sparring earlier, and seeing the intense turn it had taken. He’d been into it. I didn’t know if it was the sharing aspect, or that he figured it would draw me close, but not too close, just through his connection with Vaxan.
And there was the whole thing with Zayn clearly having a thing for our Basilisk Lord too, something he was trying totamper down, but hadn’t quite managed to. Especially not from me. Whenever Vaxan walked by or came anywhere near him, Zayn would go rigid—in more ways than one—and his whole being would light up, like the way it did whenever he saw me or Winter walking into a room.
I shot a look over my shoulder at Vaxan sitting with perfect regal-like posture on my snowy white couch. Even in his workout gear of just a black tank and more casual pants, he somehow managed to pull that off. That commanding, easy authority. He was waiting patiently for me.
I’d just been a little delayed when a flurry of texts had come in.
Zayn:Flirt-fighting, huh?
Zayn:Well, I can see how it would be near-impossible not to feel the flirt when sparring with that hot fucker.
Zayn:Who won?
Zayn:He’s sly, but you’ve got a lot of raw power that you usually keep coiled up tight. Even when you battled Keuric, you held that at bay. If you let loose, I’d imagine even he couldn’t hold you off.
Zayn:Took him back to your room, I hear.
Zayn:How’s he kiss? All fire-and-ice passion like you? Or kind of measured and seductively hypnotizing?
I shook my head to myself, and began replying after reading through all of that.
Wow.
Evira:Seductively hypnotizing? What are you going on about, hellion?
I couldn’t help grinning to myself as he responded right away.
Zayn:Trying to be supportive, I guess. Sometimes brings out my awkward side.
Evira:I see. The idea of me getting it on with Vaxan turns you on, hmm?
Zayn:Still up for our date?
Evira:It wasn’t me who postponed it.
Zayn:Answer the question.
Evira:Of course I am. Been looking forward to it.
Zayn:Then all is well. And your answer is: yes, it does turn me the fuck on.
Evira:I brought him here to give him something.
Zayn:Give him something? Whoa. More than a mere kiss, then. Props to you. Guess I lit a fire in you. Enjoy, gorgeous.
Evira:I meant an object, not… that.
“Everything all right?”
I jolted at the sound of that smooth and sure voice of Vaxan’s.
