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“You believe I fuck anyone who’s even remotely interested in me. My word about it wasn’t enough. In fact, it pissed you off more. So please, kindly fuck off. I wasn’t fucking Salis then. I’m not fucking him now.”

“Way—” he tried to say, but she was on a roll now and kept going.

“I wasn’t fucking Irishen then, either. I am now.” She spun on her heels and grabbed Salis’s hand. “Let’s go.”

The angel threw him a warning glance and guided Wayla down the hall, leaving a stupefied Marc standing in his place.

Well, that went spectacularly off the rails.

He watched as she disappeared behind a corner, electricity still humming around her hands. Maybe he should have come up with a better plan than to confront her and say sorry.

He definitely should have come up with a better plan.

Fuck. He had wanted to talk to her. See where they stood, figure out what was going on. He and Hellion hadn’t been able to find anything about her and, after The Hell’s Enforcer’s visit, Marc wasn’t going to dig more.

It was one thing to disregard Sinister’s warning. A whole other matter to go against Lucifer. What did Sinister know about Wayla? Whatever it was, he wasn’t talking.

Marc sighed and started walking. He had a class to teach and his students were about to curse his name. Now, if only he could get Wayla into one of his classes.

Fucking Kelsey.

They needed to do something about him. Marble crumbled when Marc punched the pillar. He really wanted to punch himself for being an utter idiot, but his barrier spells and shield would make that an unsatisfying exercise.

He picked up his phone and dialed Hellion. “We need to talk.”

Chapter 35 – Wave

Wave wasn’t sure what to think. Marc apologizing for—what was that again—lashing out at her? What part? The part where he threw her into a wall hadn’t been fun, but really not as big of a deal as everyone else made it out to be. She had seen how hard they went at each other during training.

The part where he didn’t believe her about Salis, now that had hurt like a bitch. Still did, if she was being honest. She got how it had looked from the outside, but somehow, she had wished her word on it would have had more weight.

She wasn’t even going to try to sort through her feelings toward Hellion. That can of worms could stay shut till the world exploded.

“Want me to kick his ass?” Salis asked, breaking her spiraling.

“No. It would just hurt your pretty hands,” Wave replied absentmindedly.

Marc had seemed sort of earnest in his apology, but what was the point? They weren’t together; they wouldn’t be. He hadn’t even said he wanted to be. Just that he was sorry. Great. He could be sorry for all he wanted. That didn’t change things. Again, he hadn’t even said he wanted to change things.

“Fuck,” she grumbled.

Salis lifted his arm over her shoulders and kept her walking. He was a real angel, letting her stew in peace. He made sure she ended up in her next class and not wandering around like an idiot.

She made it through the rest of the day on autopilot, not retaining anything. Thankfully, no one called her out on her distracted mind. Apparently, her showdown with Professor Kilkenny had made some teachers wary and they let her be. And according to her roommates, the students were still assessing the situation. Whatever the reason, Wave was thankful for the reprieve.

Jarred was waiting for her when she got out of her last class. The moment he saw her, he sighed.

“Come here, love.”

“It’s fine,” Wave muttered against his chest, not ready to rehash things.

“It’s not, but we’ll talk about it later. You still up for going to work?”

“Of course. It’s my first shift after…”

“Okay,” Jarred said and dropped a kiss on her lips. They walked over to the library slowly while Wave soaked up every bit of warmth she could and Jarred kept toying with her bite mark. Instead of it turning her on, it felt soothing, grounding, and helped her relax.

The air was crisp, hints of winter in the air. It rarely snowed at the Academy, but Wave would bet that the lake Salis and Irishen had taken her to blow off steam would freeze over soon. Maybe they could go ice-skating there. She had never done that.