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“Thanks, professor.”

I turned to leave the room, fully expecting the student that had interrupted us to move out of my way. However, I ended up running full into him, his books tumbling to the floor with a clatter.

“Hey,” he growled, burning me a dirty look before he crouched down to gather his books. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”

I stared at him for a long moment, surprised he would be so bold as to speak to me that way. Nobody else was. They all cowered when I came anywhere near them.

He was a grumpy little witch with ginger hair and a small-ish frame. He wasn’t exactly muscular, but he was pretty fit. And he was handsome, for a human. The moment I looked at him, I knew I wanted him in my bed. I had a feeling he’d look great beneath me, submissive, and taking my fat dragon cock.

“You gonna get out of the way or just stand there?” he barked at me as he stood up.

“I’m going, Red,” I laughed, giving him a dismissive pat on the shoulder.

He pushed past me without another word, his shoulder brushing against my scaled arm as he hurried back toward Professor Blackwood’s desk. I watched him go, genuinely intrigued. Most people fell all over themselves trying to get my attention. This one couldn’t be bothered to even acknowledge my existence beyond telling me to get out of his way.

I found myself lingering in the doorway longer than necessary, catching snippets of his conversation with the professor. Something about clarifying the reading assignment. His voice was sharp, focused, none of the nervous stammering I’d grown accustomed to hearing from other students.

“Interesting,” I murmured to myself as I finally stepped out into the hallway.

The corridors were already thinning out, most students having made their way to their next classes. I checked the schedule I’d been given, there was something about Elemental Magic at two o’clock. I had several hours to kill before then, which meant I could explore the campus, maybe find a quiet spot to actually do that reading Professor Blackwood had assigned. Or I could find somewhere with better scenery. Maybe track down that ginger witch and see if I could get him to take all his clothes off for me.

The thought made me grin as I headed down the stairs. There was something about his attitude that appealed to me. Everyone else was so eager to please, so desperate for my attention. But him? He looked at me like I was just another student getting in his way.

That made me want to know more about him.

But until I found out, I had my pick of whoever I wanted.

Chapter 4

Quill

“Have you seen that dragon guy around campus?” Greg asked me as we ran the course. He was hardly winded after mile two while I was fighting for my fucking life. “Everyone’s talking about him.”

I let out a long sigh. Or as close to a long one as I could manage while also trying to breathe. “Yeah, I have a class with him.”

“What?!” Greg glanced my way. “That’s awesome! What’s he like?”

“He’s a dick.”

Greg’s jaw fell open. “You… You can’t say that, Quill! His grandfather is leading the Elder Council!”

“I can and I will,” I huffed, shooting him a sideways glance. “The guy’s full of himself. He expects everyone to bend over backwards for him just because of who he is.”

“Well, yeah, but⁠—”

“But nothing,” I said, pushing harder as we rounded a bend in the trail. The pine trees blurred past us, their needles soft beneath my feet. “Just because his grandfather is important doesn’t mean he gets to be an asshole to everyone he meets.”

“What did he do?” Greg asked, and I could hear the genuine curiosity in his voice.

“He literally ran into me after Magical Theory and didn’t even apologize. Just smiled at me like it was funny that my books went flying everywhere.”

“Maybe he didn’t realize⁠—”

“He knew,” I said flatly. “He looked right at me and called me some stupid nickname, then he gave me this patronizing pat on the shoulder like I was some sort of idiot.”

Greg was quiet for a moment, his breathing steady and even while mine was still ragged. “I mean... maybe he was just trying to be friendly?”

“Friendly would be saying ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me,’” I said. “Friendly would be helping me pick up my books instead of just walking away with some stupid grin.”