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“You don’t even know me.”
“But that doesn’t change how I feel.”
She watched me for a few moments. “Are you serious right now? Because I’m not into clingy guys. Yeah, I want to fuck you—you’re a lust demon, for the love of cinder and ash. But that’s it. I don’t do clingy. I don’t do next mornings. Got it?”
Clingy wasn’t the right word. Obsessive, maybe.
Not that I intended to correct her.
But I did intend to figure out a way to convince her that we could be more than a single night together.
“Look,” she said, sliding off her stool. “I’m not going to be around long anyway. I’m only at this academy temporarily, until I figure out a more long-term solution.”
“Solution to what?”
“My problem. So thanks for saving me out there in the mirror ether or wherever I inadvertently ended up. But that’s all you’re gonna get, okay?”
I didn’t say anything. And I didn’t follow her when she left the pub.
It was hard as hell not to, though.
CHAPTER8
Monday mornings sucked.Especially when they started with me in an itchy wool school uniform, trying to grab breakfast without having to actually make conversation with any of my fellow students. Especially my roommate, who hated me, and Asmoday, who didn’t hate me and who I kind of wished did.
It would be a hell of a lot easier to keep him at arm’s length if he hated me.
I was more of a protein breakfast girl than a carb-loaded breakfast girl, and today’s buffet was nothing but muffins and pastries and bread. When I asked the kobold refilling the pastry tower if there was a way to procure a plate of scrambled eggs, maybe with a side of salsa, he promptly dropped his tray and started screaming at the top of his lungs.
Every single student and staff member in the hall turned to stare at me. I snagged a strawberry muffin and tried to make a beeline for the door, my face probably the color of those berries cooked into the breakfast dessert.
And promptly bounced off the barrel chest of Professor Dunlop, the dean of students. Because losing my footing and falling on my ass in front of two-thirds of the student body was exactly the attention I needed right at that moment.
“Miss Montreau. What have you done to upset the kobold?”
“Er, asked for eggs?”
“It’s Monday, Miss Montreau.”
“And?”
“We don’t eat eggs on Mondays. Eggs are for Fridays.”
Was he serious? Based on the thinness of his mouth, the furrowed furry brow, I suspected he was.
“Right,” I said, climbing to my feet and brushing muffin crumbs from my hands. The muffin itself had skidded under a table somewhere. I wasn’t about to glance behind me to see where it landed. Too many students, all probably still staring at me.
For my entire life, I’d tried everything in my power to not be the center of attention. I’d only ever wanted to grow up and just, I don’t know, be happy. Was that really too much to ask?
“And asking for them is apparently a crime,” I muttered.
“More that the kobold takes offense that you might not like what he prepared for you.”
So we had to work with overly sensitive kobolds. Great. “Noted.”
“I understand there was a mirror incident over the weekend, Miss Montreau.”
“I…” Shit, how did he know? Did Asmoday rat me out? What sort of curse could I come up with as punishment? Clearly, it had to dull his sexuality. He deserved no less.
