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Law slides a finger under my chin. “Where’d you go?”

“Worrying about what’s happening at Bevvy.”

“Stop. Everything’s under control.”

I lift my brows at him. “It is?”

“I’m in touch with Dean Quinn as a concerned alumnus. You’ve been transitioned to museum staff with full research privileges, seconded to the academic staff for Winter Study. You’re not awarding any grades since Winter Study is pass-fail and Dean Quinn will award the passes for your Winter Study class. There’s no appearance of impropriety.”

I squeeze him harder, overwhelmed that he’s done this for me, and reminded that I’m no longer fighting my battles on my own. “Thank you, Law.”

He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead. “Anything for you.”

Chapter 31

A Bespelling Beat

LUCA

There are many wonderful things about being with Kellan and Rho openly. Teasing them with what I wear is a small, but wonderful, thing.

Kellan’s eyes snap and flare when she sees today’s ensemble: black jeans strategically shredded up my thighs, a wallet chain swinging off a thick leather belt, tight t-shirt under a plaid flannel. Rhodes goes crazy when he discovers the jeans are chaps and there’s nothing beneath my chaps but skin. He gropes me every time he walks by.

It's wonderful.

“I know you’re doing it on purpose,” Kellan whispers to me as we read together in the library we’ve created. She’s researching what she and Law keep calling a “pearly shark.” I’m working on the pressurization issue so the rest of her team can dive as deep as she can without getting the bends.

I pull down my round, blue-lensed glasses and look at her over the frame. “Whaa?”

“Tease.”

I shift in my chair and pull the plaid up from under my ass to give her a flash of skin. She chuckles.

“Cait,” I tell her.

She snorts. “Benighted Mother, that’s Law’s excuse for everything. Don’t be like Law.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to be like Law?” My brother asks as he strolls into the library carrying a pile of books. “Mom sent these.” He sets the stack down between us, leans over, and kisses the top of Kellan’s head.

“Luca’s using your race as an excuse for the fact he’s a terrible tease.”

“Cait are naturally beautiful, seductive, and alluring,” Law responds. “We can’t help it and you criticizing us for it is racist.”

Kellan gapes at him, then swats him with a book. “I’m fae, too!”

Law chuckles as he picks up a book and a mug of the lemon and mint tea that’s materialized on the corner of the desk. He drapes himself over one of the overstuffed chairs, stretching a leg over the arm of the chair, spreading his knees, and propping the book on one knee. I have to give it to him, he’s managed to frame his bulge perfectly.

She shakes her head. “Not you, too.”

“I didn’t get the good morning that Luca and his human got,” Law says. “I’m very deprived.”

“Deprived.” Kellan snorts. “I’m fairly sure you got it three times last night, including once when I was asleep. And the only reason you weren’t part of the ‘early breakfast club’ this morning is because you were in the shower.”

“I could have been a member of the ‘early breakfast club’ if you’d joined me in the shower. I waited, hoping, but you never came. See my sad cat face?”

Kellan laughs. “That’s pathetic.”

“My toe beans haven’t gotten any kisses since we got here, either,” Law says mournfully, flexing his bare feet. “They’re pining.”

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