Princess
You were right. I hate this book.
I laugh a little and shake my head.
She’s got to stop taking recommendations from Kitty.
Maybe next time you’ll listen.
Princess
To a man? Never.
Chapter9
I'm Fine
IRIS
Something must bewrong with Argent. He’s only looked at me three times since I walked in. That brings his total to twenty-two times in the last month. That’s nearly half his daily quota, and somehow still not low enough.
Maybe he’s finally grown bored of me. Or maybe his age-adled brain has caught up to him, and he’s realized that drooling over his students is not polite. Or maybe it’s the moon. Whatever it is, it’s freaking me out because it’s not just him.
Ever since Fright Night, people have been acting weird.
Kitty can’t stop fidgeting. Elsie’s practically missing. Dame’s grouchy because I’ve ruined the “sanctity” of his man cave.
Even Elliot’s been acting strange. Stranger than usual, that is.
He’s adopted an annoying habit of checking on me every few hours, and when I don’t respond, he just shows up.
So far, he’s interrupted my potions lab twice and ancient alchemy once.
He gets a pass for the full hour he spent standing outside of my charms class. He knows a slew of Blackclaw sit right behind me, and they only stopped pestering me after they saw him lurking outside the door.
Honestly, the check-ins I can live with. What’s really grating on my nerves is the fact that he now insists on escorting me from class to class. The whole time keeping me tucked under his arm like a dog with a bone. It’s suffocating.
I see the man so often, I think I’m starting to smell like him.
“Hey,” Kitty chirps, dropping her things on the desk.
Her pretty pink glasses sit on the edge of her round nose, and she fusses with them as she smiles at me.
“Hey. Where’s Elsie?” I ask, noting the silence.
“I thought she was with you.”
My brows knit together as I shake my head.
“No, she told me she was meeting you at the library before class.”
Now it’s Kitty’s turn to be confused.
“Mm-mm.” She shakes her head. “I was in a pack meeting until five minutes ago.”
“Maybe she’s just late,” I say.
Kitty nods, but we both know Elsie’s never been late a day in her life. Neither of us says that part out loud, though.
