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He finds what he’s looking for with a happy grunt, his blurry fingers pulling a sheet from the stack before returning the rest to my desk. He holds the paper out for me. “This is a quick assessment I made to see where you are in all the base subjects. I figured that’d be a good place to start, and once I see where you’re at, we’ll decide what subjects interest you most and how you want to move forward with tutoring.”

I nod, feeling overwhelmed but still glad I’m getting the opportunity to learn. This is more than most females are given, and I didn’t even have to welcome a man into my body for the privilege.

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Silas peers at me from over the top of his phone as I rush into the dining room. He looks mildly intrigued as he watches me scramble into my seat next to Gray. I’m usually on time for dinner, my favorite meal of the day, but I lost track of time while I was in the shower.

“Sorry I’m late!” I pant.

Gray purchased dozens of soaps and lotions for me, and it makes it hard to leave the bathroom. I want to live in there, and I don’t think my skin has ever been so soft.

“There’s no need to apologize,” Gray assures me, reaching for my plate.

I flush, noticing neither of them have begun to eat. “Did you wait for me?”

Silas laughs. “I didn’t have much of a choice.”

He shoves his phone in his pocket before throwing a pointed look in Gray’s direction. His expression is playful, and I can’t help but frown as I turn toward the smirking incubus. Gray ignores us as he fills my plate, but the wink he shoots in my direction as he sets it in front of me tells me he was listening.

Gray serves Silas next.

He insists on doing it, and I’m starting to think it’s an incubus trait. Silas told me they’re desperate to please, and it seems filling our plates makes him happy. Either way, I appreciate it.

Gray isn’t nearly as bad as I thought he would be, and while Silas is still a bit harder to read, he’s been nothing but kind to me, too.

“Thanks,” Silas mutters as Gray hands him his plate.

Gray dips his chin and finally serves himself, and Silas and I patiently wait until he’s settled before grabbing our utensils and beginning to eat. I don’t recognize this dish, the meat and grain foreign, but it tastes similar to a curry my dad used to make.

“How do you like your tutor?” Silas asks.

I clear my throat and shoot Silas a playful glare. I had no interest in asking Gray to hire me a tutor, and I know Silas was the one who gave him the idea. I hate asking people to do things for me, and I don’t want Gray to think I’m greedy.

Silas meets my glare head on, the fate clearly not the least bit scared of me. Gray watches us with poorly concealed interest, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“Rock is nice, and I love my office,” I admit, shifting my attention to Gray.

He beams, and I can’t help but mirror the action before I take a bite of food and reach for my water. It seems Gray’s done some research recently on humans, and he’s been forcing water down my throat every chance he gets.

It’s ice cold and feels refreshing after the long day I’ve had. Rock and I only spent a few hours together before he had to leave, and most of that time was spent with me taking random little assessments. He had one for just about every subject in existence, and I have a feeling I did poorly on most of them.

Gray places a hand on my thigh, his touch distracting. It takes everything in me not to react to it as I eat, and that task becomes even harder when his lust hits me a second later. It fills my lungs, and I shut my eyes and take a moment to calm myself before shaking my head and resuming eating.

I can practically feel Gray’s pride as I ignore his lust.

Silas keeps his power tucked tightly inside him, which I appreciate. He isn’t a sex demon like Gray, and his power doesn’t evoke the same reactions from me. His makes me tense and uncomfortable, like Aziel’s.

My lips purse at the memory of the Wrath pinning me against the wall the last time I saw him. He looked crazed, and I’m not excited for the day he decides to return. Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll remain in the pits indefinitely. I’ve grown comfortable with Gray and Silas, and I just know everything will go back to being tense and awkward when Aziel is back.

“Were you able to fix your book?” I ask, turning to Silas.

He’s spent the past few days organizing the pages of some old book he broke, and today was supposed to be the day he finally glued them back together. I’m doubtful it will work. The pages are cracked and look so old, I’m surprised they haven’t turned into dust.

Silas leans back in his chair and shakes his head, the action causing a strand of hair to fall in front of his eye. He pushes it to the side with a huff. “I’m going to try again tomorrow.”

I grimace. He said that yesterday and the day before that, too.

“It might be time to call it,” Gray says.

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