Page 35 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

The idiot is going to twist her ankle at this rate. I’m not above leaving her sprawled on the ground, either. She’s not any of my concern, and she’s being really aggressive.

“Go on,” I say, already bored as I continue my long strides.

She’s at least a foot shorter than me, so she finds herself having to walk quickly. I hide my amusement as I wait for her to regale me with whatever vapid topic her tiny little mind has decided I need to hear.

“Well, you see there was a girl who has been seen going to your apartment several times this week,” she begins.

I tune her out as I nod and walk, prepared to let her rant until I can find an acceptable way to cut her off. I don’t understand why this woman feels the need to stick her nose in business that doesn’t pertain to her.

I’m also unsure how she got her position at the university, because no amount of dick sucking could possibly make that happen. Ugh, I’m being unkind, but the moment she decided to be a fuckwit to Lorelei is the one she chose to become my enemy.

“So can I have her banned from the building?” she finishes.

“Absolutely not,” I say succinctly. “You don’t have that kind of pull, either. I’ve taken a special interest in her safety. The school put her in a dorm room of all males. Do you think that was well done by the housing department?”

“They what?” she screeches. “Well, no. How did that happen?”

“Housing mistake and now there’s nowhere else to put her,” I state. “I offered her a place to hang out in between classes that’s quiet.”

“That’s what the library is for,” she growls, her claws digging into my arm when she almost trips.

The female is a fucking menace.

“I’m looking out for her safety and well being as a tenured teacher. Are you saying I shouldn’t and attempting to tell mewhat to do?” I ask, not bothering to stop and dragging her forward until she can find her footing.

“I would never, sir, however I don’t think you understand what it looks like. You’re so magnanimous, but to others it would appear inappropriate for you to be spending so much time with her,” she says quickly.

“Your head is so far up my ass it’s going to get stuck up there, Valaria,” I mutter. I don’t care if she doesn’t like it. “You really need to mind your own business, and stop focusing on mine so much. Samael will also be spending more time at my apartment as well. Please refrain from tackling him or asking why he’s in my apartment.”

“Oh!” she says, her claws loosening before letting go completely so I can be on my way.

Rolling my eyes, I make my way across the street to the quiet neighborhood where some of the faculty live. Some are allocated for faculty with families living with them, and others based on their status at the school.

Valaria is a petty bitch and I didn’t give her the attention she felt she deserved. I’ll need to make sure I keep an eye on her. I have no issues getting her kicked out of this school if it means the difference between Lorelei’s peace of mind or chaos.

Knocking on President Christa’s door, I wait for her to answer. She’s been the president for the past fifty years, and her term will soon be over. She’s been really good for the university, helping the development of our buildings with donors for those that need updates.

Unfortunately, the history buildings have not received much attention, which is another reason why I’m here. I thought that Lorelei was going to gag when I walked out of class with her earlier this week. The musty smell is not a part of history that we want to keep.

While much of the university has received a face lift, including my own apartment building, there are a few that thoroughly need some TLC.

“Phenex, hello,” President Christa says with a smile as she opens the door. She’s extremely calculating, I’ve noticed, but always has a smile on her face.

You can never really tell what she is thinking. I’ve heard that she’s fired people with a pleasant smile on her face while discussing their list of faults. The woman is an icon. She’s dressed in a blue tweed skirt suit, her clawed feet sporting pretty nail polish. This female exudes confidence and grace, and I never want to piss her off. She scares me.

“Hello, President Christa,” I reply, inclining my head. “It’s a pleasure to see you tonight.”

“Come in,” she says. “Reginald is here. I suggest grabbing a drink and then seeking him out. He’s an alumni and a history buff, though he went into the corporate medical field.”

Taking note of all of that, I nod as I enter the house.

“Red hair, navy suit, dark blue tail,” she says under her breath, giving me a direction to move in.

He’s avidly speaking to someone as I make myself a drink that I’ll probably spend the entire night nursing. I don’t drink much at events like this when I have an objective in mind.

I make conversation with others as I sip my whiskey, which I poured neat without ice so it wouldn’t get watered down as it melted. I can always count on President Christa to have excellent alcohol choices in her home.

Over the next half hour, I methodically move around the room so I can interrupt Reginald’s very enthusiastic conversation. If I have to pour my fucking drink on him to do it, I shall.

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