Page 30 of Monster's Baby

I stared at her.“How much did you put in his tea?”

“I only had a tiny vial,” she protested.

“What did you do with the rest?”

“What rest?”

I rubbed my temples.“You made the potion in a cauldron, didn’t you?A tiny vial wouldn’t fit the entire contents.”

“Oh!No, I was told to...Hang on, let me get the instructions.”She rifled through her course books, pulling out a thin folder.“These are my grandmama’s spells.She said her love spell works every time, and it’s very potent.”She flipped three pages until she got to the one she wanted, and brought it over to her desk.

I leaned forward, reading through it.“It says to discard the excess by watering your plants.”

“No, it says to distill it,” Emma insisted, and joined me in reading the page.Her face turned white.“This is different!I swear!”

I took a deep breath.“May I?”I asked, and she nodded.I flipped slowly through the rest of the pages, stopping when I got to one about distilling the potion.“Is this it?”

“Oh God!”Emma cried.“I poisoned our teacher!”

“Stop being so dramatic,” I said with a sigh.“He’s not poisoned.When did the pages change?Had you already gathered the ingredients?”

I had her walk through the potion she had made, although her memory was a little fuzzy on the details, since she had made it two months prior.

By the end, it seemed like she’d mostly made the love potion, but finished it off with the new spell.

“Now we just have to figure out what a love potion combined with a nostalgia potion would do,” I said dryly.“I think it’s time to go see Professor Dunlop.”

CHAPTER8

The complicationof mixing two potions had made finding the cure for the professor’s...condition...a lot more difficult.

Obviously, none of the other professors were successful in coming up with a cure.They all had copies of the two spells now, and were hard at work trying to untangle the mess that Emma had made.

She was back in her room, on academic probation, and had to keep her grades up or else she’d be sent home.

I rolled over in bed, grateful that I got a full night’s sleep, and stretched.

Aiden reached out for me, dragging me across the mattress and ruffling the undersheet until I was pressed against him.“Need you,” he rasped hoarsely, his voice rough from sleep.

My body flared to life at his words.“A quickie before the professor wakes up?”I whispered.

His teeth bit lightly at my neck, sending sparks through my nerves.“Put up a sound barrier,” he murmured.“I want to make youscream.”

“Oh God,” I muttered, quickly sketching out the symbols of the sound shield, and tying the spell to the bedpost so I wouldn’t have to keep track of it whilst in the throes of ecstasy.

“Your God can’t help you now,” Aiden said darkly, rising onto his knees and ripping his sleep shirt off over his head.

I half-fell, half-rolled into the warm spot his body had left, now on my back.

Aiden snapped his fingers and my sleep clothes vanished.“Gorgeous,” he said, his eyes skating over my curves.“Look how hard you make me.”

His pajama pants disappeared, his cock hard and pressed against his belly.

I reached for it, but he brushed my hands away.

“I saidlook,” he said, a tiny smirk at the corner of his lips.

“Sorry,” I said.

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