Page 96 of Moon Kissed

“Headmistress?”

“You have to stop this!”

“Do something!”

Dagem and I locked eyes amid the noise. This was between me and her.

“See for yourself,” I said, handing the card over easily. “The money is all there, and it can be all yours if you pack your bags and leave right now.”

Dagem took the card. Raza shouted curses and obscenities at her back, but Dagem was hardly listening in her haste to pull up the account on her phone. One look and her eyes bugged out of her skull.

“What’s it going to be?” I asked.

Dagem glanced at me, but only for half a second. She flicked back to the money quick. “Just... promise me you won’t hurt the students.”

“Oh, please, who are you putting a show on for? You don’t have to pretend you care about the students.” I stuck my hand out. “Do we have a deal or not?”

She hesitated, looking from me, to the students, and back to the debit card clutched in her sweaty hand. “Deal.”

“What!?” Raza looked ready to burst out of her skin and attack. “Makena, what is wrong with you! How can you do this!”

“Everyone, say hello to your new headmistress,” Dagem called, beating it out the door. “Heed her well, and good lu—”

The rest was cut off by her slamming the door shut in Raza’s purple face and taking off to book that flight to France.

Raza whirled on me. “Fuck that bitch!”

My brows shot up. She didn’t sound like a kindergarten teacher now.

“Don’t think you’ve won, because you haven’t, Volana! I’m contacting the alpha council right now.” She whipped out herphone. “The men with straightjackets will be along shortly to carry you away.”

I laughed. “You could do thatoryou can take three times your salary to continue your job working for me, and I won’t tell anyone about your affair.”

She froze. “A-affair?”

“And he’s so young too.” I winked. “Naughty girl.”

“He’s of age,” she snapped back, pinking. “It’s legal.”

“Yeah, that’s going to be my caption when I post the photos all over Loop-Garou.He’s of Age. It’s Legal.”

“Photos?” she rasped. “You can’t— You don’t have photos.”

Saying nothing. I pulled out my new stolen phone and tip-tip-tapped. Raza’s cell chimed a minute later.

My awful, biased, unprofessional teacher took a look, paled, and quickly shoved her phone back in her pocket—leaving the number to the alpha council half dialed. She cleared her throat. “Did you say three times my salary?”

My smile shone bright. “I did.”

“Make it four.”

“Done.”

“What?” Nyx sounded off. “Professor, not you too. You can’t be serious!”

She paid him no mind. “And the photos?”

“I’ll keep your secret as long as you keep mine,” I replied. “Also, a new curriculum is being typed up and will soon be sent to all the teachers. From now on, students will be choosing a track based on their interests, not their wolf.”

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