I licked my lips and flushed. “You think so?”
“Most definitely,” Tate tucked a knuckle under my chin, “and no one can ever say I’m not good at sharing. Now, Kyren on the other hand...” He smirked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “He might need convincing.”
I snorted. “That is the least of my worries right now. He can’t even be in the same room as me, so I don’t think he gets a say in who I do or don’t have sex with.”
“That’s what you think,” Tate muttered as he sipped his coffee.
I ignored his comment, not willing to go down that road right now.
Tate walked me to my first class with a promise to meet me afterward and then for lunch later. I walked into class and found my lab partner, Flynn, already there. He had his head down and was texting fiercely on his phone.
“Hey, Flynn.” I slid into my seat next to him, then paused, my eyes catching on his face. “What’s up with the shiner?”
Flynn didn’t look up from his phone. “Doorknob.”
“That might work with someone who doesn’t know how fast werewolves heal,” I scoffed, “but not on me.”
He sighed and put his phone down, meeting my gaze. “I appreciate your concern but I’m good. I’m dealing with it.”
“Does this happen a lot?” Leaning on my elbow, I scanned his face. “Running into doorknobs?”
Flynn grumbled.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
Flynn blew out a hard breath. “Not anymore. This...” He gestured at his face, “This was me being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
I hummed, concerned that the wolves had such bad tempers that they’d abuse one of their own for a mistake. Before I could ask anything else, the professor started class, and I had to drop it for now.
At the end of class, Flynn darted out of the classroom before I could have a chance to question him more. Thinking about how some people just didn’t want to help themselves, I was one of the last people out of the classrooms.
That made it all the more curious that Tate wasn’t waiting for me after class.
Frowning, I started toward the stairs to wait for him down in the courtyard when I heard hushed arguing coming from nearby. I turned the corner and paused, finding Tabby quietly griping at one of her witch friends in the stair well.
“This is not how we work. You can’t just leave stuff in people’s room.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?” her friend whispered back, seeming genuine in her questioning.
“She was freaked out. Like really freaked out.” Tabby sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Just leave her alone. We’ll be lucky if she even talks to us after this.”
I shifted my weight, the movement drawing their attention. The friend’s eyes widened before she quickly ducked past Tabby and raced down the stairs.
Arching a brow, I waited for Tabby to speak.
“Jack,” she started, walking my way. I tensed, my hand slipping into my bag. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea Monica had left a message for you. She thought it would help convince you to let us study you.”
I stared at her for a long moment. “By writing a threatening message on my wall? In blood?”
“Blood?” Tabby looked aghast. “What blood?”
Then I realized she wasn’t talking about my latest message. She was talking about the note from a few days ago, the one with the sigil on it I asked her about.
“Never mind.” I shook my head. “So... Monica left the note that said we know what you did on it?”
Tabby winced. “I am so sorry. She was supposed to ask you to meet us so we can talk about the latest development in your abilities.”
I tensed. No one knew about my powers except for Tate and Julian. I hadn’t even gotten the courage up to call my dad yet.
