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“I thought you said Mr. Heathcliff was your roommate?” Professor D’Angelo confronts.
Has this man not gotten tired of standing here?
“I am her roomie,” Asher announces. “Just not in the same suite.”
“What do you mean?” I inquire.
“I got upgraded to the suite opposite of yours. Wanted to tell you earlier when we got the candles, but you walked off,” he lies. “You met my roomie.”
His roomie? Who’s that?
“Ah…” It’s all I can say.
“C’mon.” He takes the steps needed to gently take my hand and tug me forward. “Let’s get going. We can catch up tomorrow, but for now, you should take a power nap before we head to the dinner chambers. I can give you a tour of there and anywhere else you want to go.”
Honestly, it could be useful.
“Sure.”
“Score!” he cheers happily and ends up letting go of my hand, so he can have his arm resting along my shoulders. “Are you gonna nap in my lap like old times?”
“No.”
“It was a shot,” he concludes and is leading the way.
I glance back to the three professors just as Asher decides to be the announcer of our departure.
“See you around Professor Blackbird, Professor North, and D’Angelo.”
“It’s Professor D’Angelo!”
“Yes, yes.” He dismisses him without a look back. “Have a good celebration.”
My ex just saved my ass… but at what cost?
13
MY SWEET CRUELLA IS MINE
~ASHER~
Does she even comprehend just how magnificently beautiful she is?
Ophelia Minerva Guinevere.
The woman I was forced to leave behind because I could no longer ignore the opportunity of attending Nephilim Malevolence Academy.
There was no warning.
A setup that left me devastated as I went from spending a lustful night with this dark beauty in my arms to waking up, tied to a tree, with a note from dearest Father.
“I’ll no longer entertain your foolish games. You’ve been selected. Before you are the gates that will lead you to your destiny. Disappoint me, and I’ll make sure you pay for it with your life.”
What a lovely way of saying ‘I love you. Make me proud instead of sleeping with the enemy. Thanks.’
I was left panicking whether or not my Sweet Cruella was snuggled safely in her own bed or if my father dared to harm her in any way.
No one dared do me the favor of giving me that sense of relief, leaving me to suffer with the unknown.
