“Don’t worry,” Piper reassured her. “We’re good. Right?” She sent a scathing look at Jack’s four dads, who reluctantly nodded. A secretive smile crept up Piper’s face before she winked at her daughter, ushering the other four away from the door. “Have fun.”
“Kyren.” Jack stepped forward, a look of uncertainty on her face. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but aren’t you supposed to be following Professor Campbell?”
“Neglecting your duties already, I see,” Julian added on, shaking his head. “I knew we couldn’t trust him with this. I should have just done it.”
“Yeah,” I clipped, glaring at him, “you should have. I’m not one of your hunters. And the professor was a waste of time, she has a whole stack of paper that was charmed to not have a scent.”
Jack’s brows furrowed. “Then who wrote the note?”
I smirked, tucking my hands into my pockets. “Did you know your hunter here isn’t the only professor sleeping with a student?”
Julian shot me a dry look.
“You think this student took one?” Jack wrinkled her nose. “Do they hate me so much they’d sleep with Professor Campbell just to get to her charmed paper?”
“Don’t know,” I shrugged, “but I do know the name of the werewolf who she gave one to about a month ago.”
“That’s great!” Jack’s eyes widened, her hand whipping out to smack the hunter on the chest, “Julian, isn’t that great?”
Julian didn’t answer me, watching me as if I were something he was hunting, categorizing all my strengths and weaknesses. Then he sniffed the air, leaning toward me.
“Is that blood?”
Chapter twenty-three
Jack
AtJulian’squestion,Itook a moment to sniff the air around Kyren. There was the distinct coppery scent on him that I didn’t recognize. So he hadn’t been feeding on Tate recently.
Letting my gaze slide over him, taking in his black slacks and sage green cashmere sweater, he didn’t look as if he’d been fighting. Kyren had been on a simple recon mission, so unless he picked the fight there is no reason he should smell like blood.
“What did you do?” Julian questioned, his voice low and hard, the accusation clear in his words.
Kyren’s lips twitched.
I dipped my head out of the training room, checking for my parents before grabbing Kyren by the front of his sweater and dragging him into the room. The door clicked shut behind him as I shoved him against the nearby mirrored wall.
“Seriously, Kyren.” My brows furrowed, boring into his dark ones. “What did you do?”
His lips spread further into a grin. His eyes flicked to my hand and then back to the scowl on my face. “I got answers like you wanted.”
Julian came up beside us, grabbing Kyren’s shoulder. “You were supposed to just follow her, not kill her.”
Kyren’s smile dropped, his gaze dipping to Julian’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t.”
Seeing the tension between the two, I knew I had about five seconds before it became a fight that I might not be able to break up. “Hey, Julian,” I began, twisting slightly to face him, my hand still on Kyren’s chest. “Why don’t you let me handle this?”
Julian didn’t turn his glare away from Kyren, his jaw tight, his teeth grinding so hard I could hear them.
“Julian,” I grabbed his bicep gently. “Please. Go check on Professor Campbell.”
At the mention of the professor, Julian blinked and pulled back into himself. Still locked in a staring match with Kyren, he dropped his hand and backed up a step.
“Fine. But if you killed her, you’re going to have to pay for it,” he pointed at Kyren. He bent down to kiss me, lingering a lot longer than necessary before he focused back on Kyren. “You can’t just go around killing whoever you want anymore.”
Kyren didn’t answer, just watching him like a predator watching his prey slowly back away and then slip through the door.
When we were alone, I shoved my hand into Kyren’s chest once more. “What the fuck, Kyren? I know she’s a bit annoying and flirts with everything that walks but you didn’t need to kill her.”
