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I sigh, knowing that’s probably for the wedding. “I think that’s partially my fault. She’s probably worried about the wedding,” I explain.
“I’m not upset. She just isn’t giving me much time to do it, and insisted I do it alone,” she explains.
“No, no. It’ll take you ages. Ask one of the other Sisters. Maybe Sister Gemma? She shouldn’t give you any issues. She honestly enjoys cleaning too.” I chuckle.
She grins, looking like she wants to hug me, but glances around and restrains herself. “Is Chastity okay?”
“She’s… dealing. Chas and her brother are talking through some things. If, at any point, she wants to leave, I’m smuggling her into my apartment,” I tell her honestly.
Grinning, Tempest nods. “I want to help her get ready on the day of the wedding. She’ll be a mess of nerves, and I want to make it as easy as possible.”
Thinking, I smile as I get an idea. “What if you and Chas have a spa day before the wedding? We are getting married Saturday. I’ll make the appointment on Friday for you two? This way she can relax, and ignore some of the things that are happening behind the scenes. I want our day to be as peaceful as possible.”
Tempest bounces on her feet, and even with cleaning rags bundled in her arms, she looks excited. “Yes! She would love that. I think I like the idea of her being married to you, even if you are a little stuffy.” She giggles before running off.
Rolling my eyes, my lips twitch.I’m a scowly asshole, but I wouldn’t say I’m stuffy. Ugh.
Stalking through the halls, I head to my office to throw on my robes before class. I haven’t been sleeping much, so dealing with students is going to be even worse than usual.
Dressing quickly once I’m in my office, I turn when I hear a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I grunt, making sure my robe is laying appropriately.
Father Hester walks in, a thin smile on his lips. He is a Society gopher, and brings news to me that can’t be given in an email or call.
“Father Malcolm requests your presence for a meeting tonight in his chambers. He’s a bit concerned about your upcoming nuptials to the Eve. He—”
“He will need to deal with it, because the Dragon has given me his blessing,” I murmur, closing the door behind him because students are beginning to enter my classroom. “This is also none of Malcolm's business. If he had been paying attention, he’d notice that Eve attempted suicide after her parents had her beaten. Do me a favor, and stop pestering me with nonsense.”
“If the Eve is unstable, there are others we can choose. This is why we have multiple options,” Father Hester complains, his nostrils flaring. The man has a hooked nose, and reminds me of a vulture.
“There’s no need for that. You’d know that if you were privy to the important meetings that occur. However, you are a low-level member, and are as such a nuisance. I have classes, so tell Malcolm I shall not be meeting with him. If he has an issue, he can take it up with the Dragon,” I sneer.
Father Hester pales, telling me that won’t be necessary as he leaves my office. Idiot.
My fingers dig into my hair, pulling to ground myself. I’m in a foul mood because I had to leave my girl, and I’m already wondering if this was a mistake.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket before I head to the other room to teach, I text Chastity, even though I know she’s asleep.
Me: Little Sinner, I’m teaching for the next few hours. Message me when you’re awake. Be a good girl.
Lips twisting, I shove my phone back into my pocket. I feel sorry for my students, who will be bearing the brunt of my annoyance.
Striding out into my theology class, my eyes move over my students, noticing how quickly they stop talking as they see me.
“Today, we will be having a pop quiz, and then we will begin our lesson,” I announce as I walk to the head of the class. Hiding my smirk as they groan, they all pull out a piece of paper for the quiz.
I yell out questions, because I'm making up the test as we go along, and they busily write their answers down. It’s not hard, but they are things I spoke about during our last class.
Thankfully, they all seem to look as if they know the answers, though a few appear nervous. Enjoying how uncomfortable they are, I ask them questions as I continue class. As insanely gone as I am for my Little Sinner, I am still a jerk.
The hours rush by as I teach, and I groan as the last student leaves.
“Rough day?” Ash teases, as he eases the door open and walks into the room.
“Yeah, more like the second I walked into the building, I wanted to walk out.” I sigh. “Chas and her brother talked about some hard things when I dropped her off today.”
“Yeah? I always got the feeling that he followed whatever his father wanted,” Ash murmurs. “But now I’m not so sure…” he trails off, then shakes his head and yawns.
