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“Yes?”
“You need to bring Barbie gifts next time you see her,” I said, “or she won’t pass your messages to me.”
“What should I bring her?” he shouted.
Diamonds! Barbie barked urgently as if I were deaf. Pucker said diamonds are the best. We need to accumulate a fund in case we have to flee at a moment’s notice.
“Diamonds,” I said. “She likes diamonds!”
A long silence. Then?—
“You’re kidding, right?” Rowan asked drily. “A few hookup messages for a diamond?”
17
Barbie
Itold Killian that I hadn’t fully recovered, but he said that if I could run that fast when I overheard that there was a special dinner in the house, then I was in better shape than almost every student. He’d also pointed out that I’d forgotten to limp on two more occasions.
“But I’m still afraid of my own shadow!” I protested. “I’m not ready to go to class, since everyone looks like a kidnapper to me.”
Killian shook his head at my whining while his men laughed.
“You don’t know a werewolf can smell lies, do you, Barbie?” Rock asked.
So, I started to go to class, as it was mandatory, and the prince’s cronies made sure of it. However, Killian allowed me to attend fewer classes. He went through my curriculum personally and cut out one-third of them, despite some professors’ protests, especially from Headmistress Ethel and her druid.
I was overjoyed that I no longer needed to go to the druid’s divination class. Killian told the druid to fuck off, since I was still going through intense “therapy” after being kidnapped and maimed. He emphasized that he needed me to be mentally available for the benefit of the ongoing investigation into the campus kidnapping.
Headmistress Ethel had opened her own investigation and summoned me. Killian had insisted on being present, and the other princes had as well. I had to recount the events over and over until Killian put a stop to it.
The other heirs also backed up Killian on my attending fewer classes, and offered to let me have private lessons with them when they practiced advanced dark magic that was exclusive to the heirs. The princes were no doubt rivals, but they always presented a united front when facing any outsider forces.
I limped into Professor Longweed’s magic conjuring class.
Instead of a confined classroom like the one I’d stumbled into while trying to lose the vamp prince on a blood hunt, the class was set in an open space with warded fences on three sides. The fences were spelled to withstand magical attacks, which the students would carry out soon by throwing their elemental magic and swinging their dicks around.
I could rip off the spells on the fence, but I didn’t want to stir the shit. I was going to turn over a new leaf.
Students hung out with their cliques, their chatter filling the space. I recognized half of them, since they’d tossed their magic at me last time I crashed their class.
A group of students who struck superior poses and shared important looks gathered around Professor Longweed in the center, and her sultry voice pierced the open space.
I spotted Bea, Wyatt, Jinx, and two other geeks from the House of Chaos in the far corner. They were my crowd now. Wyatt had officially become a member of the chaos house after I’d put in a word for him to Pucker and Killian.
I rushed toward them in glee.
“Stop, Little Bob—Barbie!” Professor Longweed’s shriek cut through the room.
Shit!
How had she seen me while being surrounded by her favorite elites, especially America? It helped that America was also Headmistress Ethel’s niece.
I forced myself to halt while all I wanted was to join my friends.
The crowd in front of Professor Longweed parted, and she stepped out, a shawl wrapped around the shoulders of her pink dress. The fae professor narrowed her sharp gaze on me. Why were her pale silver eyes so wide apart? Maybe I should ask her so she could do something about it?
“Hello.” I smirked. “Professor Weedlong, right? Long time no see!”
