Page 4 of Minx

Before I turned around to squeak out without alerting the entire place of the new, fumbling student, three students in particular caught my interest. I dropped the duffel to the gleaming hardwood floor with a loud thump.

Great.

They all sat at the same table, each strikingly different in appearance, but I lumped them together in my mind as though they were a package deal.

One of them had a carved jawline, his eyes almost as dark as the inky strands that were long at the top of his head and shorter on the sides. If I didn’t see him smile at one of the other boys, I would think he was some demon Viking returned to end the world.

The one beside him was more of the boy next door, if someone like that made your toes curl and the entire neighborhood swoon. Wheat-colored hair and green eyes made my heart thrum a little faster.

The silky length of the third’s medium-brown hair skimmed his shoulders faced away from me. His muscles and valleys made him stand out from his peers and my fingers twitched, needing to delve between the dips, feeling every inch of them.

I really should get out of there and stop all this gawking, but my feet had anchored themselves to the floor.

“Shit,” I whispered and turned on a heel.

I let out a breath once I was back in the hallway and safe from myself and my ogling. Gods, I’d never been so attracted to three men in my life.

“Good afternoon. Can we help you?”

My heart leapt into my throat. My body felt caressed by his voice from the base of my skull all the way to the end of my spine.

I turned slowly to find the three guys I’d been leering at standing right in front of me.

Maybe if I pinched myself, I would wake up from this dream, but did I really want to? No.

“I was looking for the dorm rooms and got turned around. I didn’t disturb your studying, did I?”

The guy with the long hair spoke up first. His warm, amber eyes completed his otherworldly handsome features.

“You didn’t disturb us, female. What’s your name?” He stepped forward, towering over me by at least a foot and, for a second, I wondered what it would take for him to close the distance, bend down, and kiss the life out of me.

Where in the hell did that come from? I just met them.

“My name is Minx. I… This is my first day. Going as smoothly as the rest of my life, apparently. If you could point me in the right direction, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I am Theron. This is Bodhi.” Golden-brown hair winked at me. “And this is Grim.”

Yes, he was grim.

“It’s nice to meet you all. The dorms?” I pressed, wanting to get to my room and find my bearings before the next day. I didn’t want another episode of new girl stumbles into the classroom.

“This looks heavy. Allow me?” Grim came forward and took the duffel from me. My arm was relieved to hand over the weight, but I swore when he took the bag, he inhaled a bit deeper. Growing up with shifters as parents, I knew that scent was a big deal but only to mates.

“Thank you,” I muttered, stricken by his good looks once again.

“What dorm are you in?” Theron pushed his hair behind his ear and took the card I offered, my name and dorm room along with other pertinent information printed on it. “Good. You’re right down the hall from us.”

Bodhi flattened his palm to the small of my back, and we walked to the end of the hallway where an elevator waited. He punched the button, and we waited for the car to arrive. The doors slid open, and we all boarded. “This will take us to the dorm rooms. You’re on the third floor with us.”

“What brought you here late for the semester?” Grim asked. He was less built than Theron but having no trouble hefting my bag.

“There was…” Damn, I hadn’t prepared for this. I should’ve had a standard answer at the ready for when people asked questions. “I got in trouble, and my parents took me out of the human school.”

“Why were you in a human school to begin with?”

They didn’t realize, I’d bet, that they were questioning me on something I was a bit embarrassed about. My mother said my wolf was simply latent. I, on the other hand, assumed I was a dud of a shifter. Destined to never phase into my other form.

I drew in a long breath, prepared to be laughed at or at least pitied. “I’ve never shifted. There’s no need to put a null in a shifter school. Or there wasn’t. My parents think it will be good for me to be around more shifters my age.”

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