He nodded, setting them on the glass desk in front of me.
There was a light tap on the door and he seemed to be expecting it. Standing, he tapped something on the glass menu board and spoke. “Come in.”
The front desk lady was back with her tablet. She took one look at the cut-off cuffs on the table and raised an eyebrow. Then she took a seat across from me and tapped on her tablet with record speed. “Okay Miss Calloway—”
“Call me Demi, please. My mom is Mrs. Calloway.”
She nodded. “You have been entered into the system here. I’m just arranging your school schedule. What do you want to be your major?”
Mymajor? That was absolutely the last thing on my mind. At Delphi, I was a business major because that’s all they would allow me. Everything else was too witchy or too far suited for one of the other magical races. Wolves never got banished, so they didn’t have wolf curriculum I guess. Whatever that would be.
“What … do you have?” I hedged.
She handed me the tablet and I started to scroll.
Lycan surgeon.
Physical therapy.
Cosmetology.
When my eyes landed on photography, I nearly squealed. I had a pretty loyal following on Instagram because of my photos. Ilovedtaking pictures. When I was behind the camera, something inside of me came alive. I could see the world in a different way.
“Photography please.” I handed it back.
She frowned and shared a look with Eugene before looking back at me. “If you are to be a potential suitor to Sawyer Hudson, then you can only minor in photography and would need a more respectable major.”
I snort-laughed, but quickly covered it when I realized she was serious.
Okay … gotta keep up with the lie that this was the reason I was here. Sawyer was a cool dude who took pity on me. I wouldn’t want him to get into trouble.
“Do you have a business major?”
Relief crossed her face. “Yes. Good choice.”
She tapped away at her tablet and then looked to Eugene. “Do you think we have enough guards at Emory Hall if I place her there?”
She was talking about the dorms. Why wouldIneed guards?
“Actually … I was hoping to be at Lexington. Near suite eleven?” I threw as much charm into my voice as possible, remembering what Sage had said about taking me under her wing.
The woman looked at Eugene, and he nodded once.
Then she tapped her tablet a few more times. “I have the suite across the hall recently available. Number ten.”
I didn’t want to know why it was “recently” available, I was just glad I might actually have one friend here.
After a few more minutes, she held up her phone in my face. “Smile.”
What?
Oh geeze, a picture? Right now? I was still sweaty from my panic attack and dying.
I gave her a lame smile and she tapped the screen before setting the phone down. Peering over her shoulder, I looked at the pic she’d snapped.
Oh man, that was pretty bad. Hopefully just for her records or something.
A few moments later there was a knock at the door and a tall but scrawny older man entered holding a black leather backpack. He placed it in front of me and then handed me a credit card type of keycard. “Don’t ever lose this. It’s your key into everything,” he told me and left.
