Page 148 of Blood & Betrayals

Iam still dealing with the effects of my hangover when I get to lunch, though it’s slightly improved. The rune I would usually use isn’t effective when there are other substances in the system. Because I don’t know much about the mushroom I had, I’m unable to form a rune to counteract it. I sit down next to Connor and lay my head on his shoulder.

“Hi, babe. How are you feeling?” Connor asks, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me closer to him. Gods, I’m so disgustingly needy today.

“Shit,” I reply, grumbling as I close my eyes behind my sunglasses.

“How’s your head?” Connor asks, kissing my forehead.

“Sore.”

Connor’s lips twitch, and he nuzzles against the top of my head. The cafeteria is loud as usual, but the noise pierces my skull today.

“Have you eaten yet?”

I grimace, even the idea of food turning my stomach, and I shake my head.

Connor holds his sandwich to my lips, and I groan, trying to move away from the smell of the bread. Why is he always trying to feed me fucking sandwiches?

“Just a little bite, babe. You need to eat.”

“Con, you’ve offered me a sandwich twice in the time you’ve known me. It didn’t end well the first time, and unless you want me to vomit on you, it will not end well this time.”

“You and that first sandwich,” Connor says with a laugh.

Pulling back, I push my sunglasses to the top of my head so he can see the look I’m giving him. I immediately regret it when the light tries to boil my eyes, but I push through the pain and turn to Zach. “Zach, you’re making out with a girl, right? Like really making out. She’s on the counter with her legs wrapped around you.”

Zach blinks and then nods. “Woah. Okay.”

“Do you A. Keep making out with the hot girl who is DTF or B. Stop making out with her and offer her a PB&J?”

“She’s extremely trashed, FYI,” Connor adds, squeezing me tight, humor filling his voice.

“Mildly tipsy.”

Zach looks between us.

“You were way more than tipsy,” Connor scoffs.

“I was not.” I look back at Zach. “Well?”

Zach looks between us and shrugs. “I wouldn’t sleep with her, even if she was only slightly tipsy.”

I put my sunglasses back over my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Fucking angels.”

Luke chuckles from the other side of the table. “Would you make her a sandwich, though, Zach?”

“Nice ass, Summer,” a shifter purrs as he walks past the table. I cover my face, sinking into Connor. Not only do I feel like death warmed up, but the whole fucking school has seen my bare ass.

“It is nice,” Connor replies, sliding his hand down my back and squeezing my ass. “And all mine.”

Connor’s reply gives me a boost, and I growl, “And unless you want my foot firmly lodged up yours, you’ll keep walking.”

The shifter grumbles and walks away. Luke nudges Zach to prompt an answer. I glance at Zach, but he is no longer paying attention. I follow his gaze and see Ashley giggling and chatting to one of the senior sorcerers. His lips are pulled into a devilish, charming smile, and her cheeks are tinted blush pink.

Zach’s expression darkens, and he looks away. “Whatever, I shouldn’t be put in between foster Mom and Dad.”

My head throbs again, and I rest it back against Connor’s shoulder. “Zach, if you were my foster kid, I’d return you.”

Zach’s expression changes from fury to one of reproach. “Rude. Why?”

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