I pull out my phone, shooting off a quick text.
Where are you?
It goes unread for the next fifteen minutes. After that, it goes unanswered entirely. That is, until my phone buzzes across the desk, interrupting Argent’s lecture.
I cringe as I look up at him, but he’s already glaring at me.
Twenty-three.
“Sorry,” I mutter to the few people frowning in my direction. But I mostly ignore them as I fumble for the right buttons.
Only, when I manage to pull up the message, it isn’t from Elsie.
Eater #1
Princess, do you know where I can get a tall, brown-skinned baddie with a mean mouth? It’s urgent.
I shake my head, rolling my eyes at the screen.
Nah. I hear they’re running low on stock.
Eater #1
Damn. What about one of those hardheaded ones that bite?
You’re in luck. There’s one left.
Eater #1
Perfect. That’s all I need.
May I ask what it’s for?
Eater #1
Dinner.
A laugh escapes me, and Argent hits twenty-four.
You’re disrupting my education. Get off my phone.
Eater #1
My bad, baby.
We still on for tonight?
I hesitate, fingers poised over the screen, and warmth blossoms between my legs as I type.
Absolutely.
I set the phone face down in an effort to stifle the growing hunger pains. But Elliot is relentless, and barely a minute has passed before it vibrates again.
“Fates, this man…”
Reluctantly, I check my phone. But this message isn’t from Elliot. It isn’t from Elsie either. I’m not sure who it’s from.
There’s no name and no text. Only a photo attached.
