From the looks of it, it’s some kind of sub, and man, does it look delicious.
“I thought you could probably use some caffeine, and who doesn’t love a good sub?” With a shrug, he takes a bite of his, and damn, how can he make that look attractive?
He’s left the bottom wrapped, his gloves holding the foil, but I opt for unwrapping the whole thing, and yeah, this is a lot more than a snack.
With the first bite, I nearly melt into a puddle. I’m not sure I’ve ever had anything so good.
“Thanks,” I say around a mouthful of food in the most unladylike way that I panic.
That kind of behavior isn’t tolerated, but before I can swallow down the enormous bite I just took to apologize, he looks up and stops me dead. Sauce drips from the corner of his mouth, and I can’t look away as his tongue darts out to lick it up.
“Anytime, Eternity,” he says with a smile that hits me so hard it knocks the air from my lungs.
Maybe I don’t need to stay away from all of them…
This week feels like it’s taken forever.
The dorm is tense, and everyone’s on edge. I’d love to say it’s simply because it’s Wren, but it’s more than that.
Though I’m not too proud to admit she’s most of my stress. I’ve been easily keeping myself at the top of the academic ladder since I started last year, and I just know she’s going to mess it all up.
I’m trying my best to just ignore her entire existence, but it’s nearly impossible when she’s everywhere.
Her scent lingers, and even when she isn’t physically here, Julez is more than happy to bring her up.
Titus only speaks German around her, and Nolan is only ever here for meals now.
This was meant to be our safe haven, a place to relax and enjoy the spots we’d worked so hard to achieve.
Last year it was, but now…
“Have you talked to your father about her yet?” I ask Nolan the second I walk through the portal and into the pool house, seeinghim sitting on the side, dripping wet and probably fresh off a practice run.
“Hello to you, too, asshole,” he grumbles, pushing to stand. He shoves a hand through his dark hair to push it out of his eyes.
This room is locked up from the outside. Nolan’s father had it ‘shut down’ so that he could practice anytime and without eyes. Which is just a fancy way to say he put a closed sign on the door and told everyone that one of the pumps was broken.
That was last year, though, and how he continues to get away with that excuse is beyond me, but I couldn’t care less.
Nolan’s scales shimmer in the overhead lights as the water runs down them, and I have to look away. Not only are they blinding, but they are beautiful.
I can see why men have willingly been following the siren call for centuries, and I don’t even like guys like that.
“What do you want, Gavin?” he groans, not even attempting to hide his annoyance, his voice husky now that he’s out of water but still half-shifted.
Rude.
“Have you talked to your father about moving her yet?” I repeat, rolling my eyes because I already asked him once; he just wasn’t paying attention.
He grabs a towel and dries his hair, and I can’t look away as his scales begin to melt back into his skin, his gills receding.
Nolan’s transformation has always amazed me, as I don’t have another form. Julian and Titus do, kind of, but it isn’t like Nolan's. Their ears or eyes change, just minor parts of them, which is still cooler than being boring like me. Even Dimitri has a partial shift.
Though I guess it could be worse, I could have been born a mortal.
I might not know what my mother was, but sorcery is more than enough, and I can and will continue to grow my powers… as soon as I can get them under control.
“No.”
