Page 19 of King of Forest and Fur

“Let’s pack up your things and get you moved in.”

Leila let out a huff as he followed her through the door.

“It won’t be long,” she muttered to him.

He just chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll be sad to come back to the academy after you stay at my place.”

She rolled her eyes like a stubborn teenager but said nothing.

Before leaving the office, Rehn’s ego made him turn back to the silent academics and smile smugly at Xanthus.

“Don’t worry. She’s in good hands.” And with that, he followed Leila out.

SEVEN

LEILA

“This is ridiculous,” Leila mumbled as she shoved her clothes angrily into a bag. She peeked back over her shoulder at the irritatingly sexy king loitering in the hallway.

He had insisted on waiting for her while she packed, almost laughing as Leila had stomped down the hall to her living quarters.

She was so angry at not having a say. And why did this shifter king have to be her savior? And why, oh why, did he have to be so damn hot?

Sure, when they had met, she had felt a very strong attraction to him. One that made her question if she would be able to concentrate enough to ever get them back to the present.

It didn’t help that she had already seen him naked. Even now, she couldn’t help but remember what lay underneath his clothing?—

Rehn glanced over and caught her eyes on him.

Leila remembered why she was packing and her anger was back.

She glared before flipping her hair to turn and continue packing. She was starting to hate how the madder she got, the more he smiled.

But then he had decided to force her to leave what she knew and stay in his castle with him. Now, it was only pissed-off feelings she had for him.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” he asked, amusement dancing in his tone.

“No,” Leila snapped back. “Why would I want a stranger packing my things anyway? You don’t know what I need.”

“Clearly, neither do you.”

She spun around, instantly defensive.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Rehn shrugged his broad shoulders, laughter playing in his eyes. “You wanting to stay here, that’s all.” He turned around to examine the empty halls.

Leila felt like he wasn’t telling her something. But then, maybe he just had that look from being a cocky king.

She groaned in annoyance as she shoved the last of her clothes in. Leila reached for a stack of books. Her hand hovered over the tattered spell books.

Do I bring one or all of them? Or none at all. I mean, I won’t be teaching… but I could make sure I am up to speed on what’s going on.

The decision made her realize how upset she really was. Not because her life was in danger, but because she would have to leave the academy. Her students. And for how long?

Her eyes traveled to her other books that sat beside her nightstand.

How was she going to practice her new ability if Xanthus wasn’t able to help her?

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