Page 20 of Siren’s Secret

Dr. Johanson’s brow rose. “This is not an advantaged class. The headmaster implied that you’d be moved to higher classes.”

Wave couldn’t help her grimace. “Not if I can help it.” Then she looked pleadingly at Dr. Johanson. “I really like the way you teach and I learn new things every class.”

“Really?”

“Yes! I may have the… raw power, but I lack the finesse and precision,” Wave confessed after looking around to make sure no one was too close to hear her whisper.

“So you haven’t been faking it in my class?”

Wave blushed. “A bit. I can catch any electricity, but containing it in small doses and manipulating it neatly…” She shrugged helplessly.

“Well, that’s actually quite a normal issue with stormbringers and other high-powered elementals.” She looked thoughtful. “If you wish to stay, I won’t object. Have Mr. Glowfeather stop by after class. I need to make a few adjustments to his lesson plan with you.”

“Thank you, Dr. Johanson!”

“Now go take your seat. We are about to begin.”

Wave almost danced back to her place. Elisa, the bitchy angel, was trying her best to look friendly and gave Wave a syrupy smile. She decided to ignore her and focused on Salis.

“Dr. Johanson wants to see you after class,” Wave told Salis.

“What?”

“Some adjustments for the earth lessons,” Wave replied and Salis relaxed.

“Ah, okay.” He pulled out his phone and fiddled with it until Dr. Johanson started the class.

Wave let herself actually enjoy the exercises this time, since she didn’t need to fumble half of them. The class flew by and didn’t leave her time to worry too much. She was gathering her things when Salis nudged her.

“What?”

“Irishen will walk you to lunch.”

“What? No!” Wave dropped her books back on the table. She wasn’t ready to face her possible mate. She hadn’t had time to have a meltdown or sort her mind. A mate!

Yes, she knew mates weren’t that rare, but that was inside a race. Mates between breeds were not unheard of either, but she was a cross-breed. A siren cross-breed. Sirens didn’t get mates or any other supernaturally assigned companions.

So how the hell did she seem to have one? It must be a mistake. Some cosmic joke. And great, she was having a meltdown right here and now.

Fuck.

Blessedly, Salis seemed to miss it. That, or he tactically ignored her twitching hands and the frost covering her nails. He tapped something on his phone and then looked up again.

“Yes, he’ll be here in a second. I have to stay behind to talk to Dr. Johanson. You can’t go alone. You promised.”

“But—”

“Gravy boat,” Salis said, overriding her objections. “He’s on the Ginny-approved escort list.”

Wave wanted to argue more and plead for Salis’s interference, but Elisa chose that moment to slide over.

“So, Wayla—”

Salis coughed. “Lady Stormwell.”

“What?” Elisa scowled.

“The correct form of address is Lady Stormwell,” Salis replied calmly. He gave Wave a little finger wiggle to get going and when Elisa turned to argue with Salis, Wave took her opportunity to get the hell away.