Page 8 of Riley's Storm


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As soon as she heard Storm’s voice, her entire demeanor changed. She went from a snapping, snarling witch to a simpering, cooing sweetheart.

“Oh! Ms. Vareth, I didn’t see you there. I apologize you had to witness this. This omega here was just causing some trouble about switching her room. Nothing for you to worry about.”

She curved her lips upwards in what I thought was supposed to be a grin, but she just looked goofy. I blinked as I processed what she was saying. She was blaming everything on me, but she hadn’t given me the opportunity to explain myself. I went to say something, but Storm’s voice drowned mine out.

“I heard exactly what happened, Caryn. My roommate came in here seeking help to have a bed sent up to our room andyouwouldn’t listen. Every time she tried to explain the situation, you cut her off or talked over her.”

Storm crossed her arms and glared at the receptionist. Caryn stuttered and stumbled over her words as she tried to talk her way out of Storm’s wrath.

“Oh, but, no . . . she wasn’t your roommate. Ms. Vareth, we would never expect you to share a room, much less with, um, well, with her. There must have been a mistake. Let me take care of that right now for you!”

She spun to her computer and began furiously typing on it, presumably to fix the “mistake.”

“There was no mistake, Caryn. She is rooming with me. Fix whatever you have to on the records, but Riley Druman ismyroommate this year. When can we expect a bed to arrive for her? Oh, and her fingerprint will need to be added to the pad so she can access the room.”

Caryn practically tripped over herself in her hurry to follow Storm’s commands. Her fingers were flying over the keyboard, entering whatever it was she needed to in order to note that I was staying with Storm. She turned back and addressed her with a slight grimace.

“Unfortunately, Ms. Druman, we do not have any extra beds available. We do, however, have a rollaway twin cot that I could have sent to Ms. Vareth’s room, if that will suffice?”

“Oh, that would be—”

Storm cut me off. “A cot? You are going to provide a student—at this academy—with a cot? Are you serious right now, Caryn? You’re saying there aren’t enough beds for everyone that was granted admission and your solution is to give Riley a cot?”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Vareth. That’s all I can offer right now.”

“What about the bed that was put in her original room before she switched to mine?”

Caryn seemed at a loss for words. From the brief glimpse I had gotten into Hilary’s room earlier, there had only been one bed. If I had to take a guess, they were hoping Hilary would fly off the handle when she was told I was to room with her and that I would pack up and leave.

Storm seemed to have finally had enough. “You know what? Forget it. My bed is plenty big enough. We can share.”

“Oh, no! You shouldn’t have to do that,” Caryn exclaimed, stricken at the idea. “We will rectify this as soon as possible to accommodate you, Ms. Vareth. I promise!”

Storm arched one perfectly sculpted brow. “You meant to say accommodate Ms. Druman, correct? Seeing as it is her that is being negatively affected by this whole mess.”

Caryn slammed her mouth shut and then licked her lips. “R-right, of course . . .”

Rolling her eyes, Storm snapped, “Forget it. We’ll be fine. I’ll have my dads bring appropriate supplies, seeing that this school cannot provide them.”

I watched Caryn’s face go from beet red at her reprimand to stark white as she paled at Storm’s words. She scrambled to say something, but Storm had apparently heard enough. Her legs ate up the distance from where we stood to the office door in seconds, and she wrenched it open.

“Come along, Riley. It’s clear they cannot help us here.”

“Oh, uh, alright.”

I glanced back at Caryn, who still looked terrified, and then scampered out of the office after Storm. She was furiously typing on her cell phone already, and I could feel the waves of frustration and anger rolling off her. The force of her emotions made me curl into myself even more than usual.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Storm stopped and looked at me, shock clear on her features. “Why ever areyousorry?”

“Because I’m creating problems.”

“You did not create a single fucking problem, Riles. This school has created every one. They offered the scholarships and said that they would provide all supplies. And they didn’t.Theyare the ones who should apologize toyou.”

“Oh, okay.”

Storm studied my face for several long moments, then she sighed. “Come on, let’s head back to our room. We might not have extra furniture, but we sure as shit can try to get everything situated to appeal to both our omega natures.”

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