Page 55 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

To be honest the guys and I have all been more in our more human forms around the house than we usually would be, and it has been completely unintentional, at least it has on my part. I feel like it’s probably because none of us wanted to shock her too much, which is ridiculous because she has been around supernaturals for her whole life and worked with Dimitri. I doubt that there is anything that we could do to scare her.

I pull out my phone and message the guys quickly, they all end up replying something similar to what I was thinking and say that they had no idea that they were actually doing it, apart from Raiden and Reed who never drop their glamors and I doubt that will change any time soon. Although I have a sneaking suspicion that if Neith asked them to, they probably would. I’m pretty sure that she could ask us to do almost anything, and we would probably do it.

I smile. I have no idea how she has become so important to us so fucking quickly, but she has.

Ransom doesn’t have a shifted form or a glamor although, his eyes do this freaky swirly shit when he’s using a lot of magic, and Evander doesn’t ever really shift unless it's in the water or he’s expending a lot of magic at once. His shifted form has gills and although he can switch pretty easily between them and breathing normally it would expend a lot of energy that’s not necessary to spend.

“It felt weird to ask like I was asking to see you naked,” she says, pulling me back into the conversation. Her eyes immediately widen when she realizes what she has said.

We’re at the door to the triple height, vast room that I call my classroom, and I pull the door open for her as she walks past me and into the room, I say, my voice low and coming out more of a rumble than anything else. “All you’ve got to do is ask Neith, for either thing.”

Her head snaps up, her heated gaze colliding with mine. I have to admit that I enjoy the shock on her features, and I give her a half smirk as I move past her and into the classroom greeting the students that are in the room and watching our exchange curiously.

“Everyone,” I say as I get to the front, watching Neith as she moves to the back of the room, her back to the wall and her eyes cataloguing everything that she sees around her, and most likely the exits too. My eyes move back to the class, and I continue what I was going to say, “We have an observer for this lesson, this is Neith, and she is the newest member of my team.”

All gazes move back to Neith, and she smiles confidently, giving them a wave. I call their attention back to me and get on with the lesson. For the first time, I think ever, I feel nervous to be teaching a class.

It’s definitely not because of the students or because I haven’t taught this lesson before, it’s for none of those reasons, it’s because Neith is watching and I really want to make a good impression.

I can quite honestly say that I have never put this much effort into impressing a woman before, but then again, I haven’t ever met a woman quite like Neith.

Chapter Sixteen

Neith

Watching Griff teach is fascinating. He obviously knows a lot about what he’s teaching and enjoys it as well, which makes a big difference to the quality of a teacher. A teacher who likes the subject they are teaching can easily get the class to engage with it, unlike one who doesn’t and loses them before they have even started teaching. The students clearly respect him as they all listen intently to what he’s explaining. There’s no fucking about or talking when he talks. They are all listening and paying attention. To be honest, that could have something to do with their ages. By the time that you reach your mid-twenties, like I would guess these students to be, you really should be behaving like adults and not children.

I also really like that he doesn’t just stand in front of the classroom and talk, he actually demonstrates and gets involved. It's easy to see how much his students appreciate that. I know I would if I were one of his students. I have seen Griff in action when he fought the hybrid in my town, but he still takes my breath away when he’s fully shifted. His wingspan is huge, his wings dark grey and leathery, with veins of copper going through them. Incredibly, he grows in size, his skin turning a dark grey color to match his wings, and I know that if I were to touch him, he would feel smooth like polished marble and just as hard. The same copper that threads through his wings is echoed in the patterns threading up his arms like tattoos. They look so cool, and I desperately want to trace them and ask questions about what they mean.

Well, he did say all you had to do was ask,my inner voice reminds me, and I repress a shiver of desire as I watch Griff do a particularly intricate move, pulling it off with deadly precision that I find undeniably attractive.

The only thing that lets down this experience is that I’m not up there with him. I would love to be fighting in the air like they all are, although I am pretty confident that I would never look as graceful as they all do.

“So you're on Griff’s team?” a woman around my age asks, as she stands next to me and sips a water bottle.

“Yeah. You’re really good. You pulled that dive off pretty much exactly the same as Griff,” I say, recognizing her as one of the Valkyries that I was watching a moment ago.

She smiles proudly, “Thank you. I know you’re human and probably don’t know much about flying, but was there anything that you could see from down here that you think I could improve on?”

Her question shocks me, but I answer her honestly because I would be doing her a disservice otherwise, “Actually yeah. So,you know when you go into the second dive?” I ask and she nods, actually looking like she is interested to hear what I have to say. “I think if you pulled your wings in a second earlier, and I really mean only a second, then you would do it perfectly.”

She grins, “Thanks. I’ll try it now. Will you watch to make sure I’m doing it?”

I nod, “Yeah, of course.”

My eyes follow her as she jumps into the air and shifts before she comes back down. So, fucking cool. It’s incredible how quickly she can do that. She’s going to be a fantastic agent. I watch as she takes to the air and does the same dive again, this time pulling her wings in a second earlier and getting the dive perfect. She does a victory spin and then swoops down to me again, she doesn’t bother shifting back as she pulls me into a hug.

I chuckle, “That one was perfect and maybe even better than Griff, but don’t tell him I said that.”

She steps back with a giggle, “Thank you so much. I have been trying to get that perfect for ages and I couldn’t work out where I was going wrong. I’m going to go and practice more.”

I wave as she launches herself back in the air.

A gryphon lands in front of me, shifting back into its thankfully clothed human form. I smile at the man now standing in front of me.

“Would you be able to help me with my backward dive roll? I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong, and I saw how quickly you helped Yaz,” he asks me, a hopeful look in his eyes.

I’m honestly so shocked that someone else wants me to help that I almost forget to reply.

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