Page 34 of Shadow

“I was talking to Mirage,” I said, flopping onto my bed and putting my hands behind my head.

Shadow grunted and toed off his shoes.

“No baking class tonight?”

“No,” he answered, mimicking my position on his bed. I smiled at that.

Shadow, indeed.

“I talked to Sin after I spoke to Sirena today,” he murmured.

I rolled over to look at him. “And?”

He was quiet for a moment before speaking. “And something happened with Sin and Cady.”

“Did he say that?”

“No,” he answered. “Just a feeling I got.”

I frowned at that. I didn’t see everything, and that made life hard sometimes. This was one of those times. Typically, I saw enough, though, that I could continue to work my magic.

“I invited Sirena over for Friday. I know Ashes needs to burn, and the guys are busy ensuring Sin is safe. I figured we’d be a good place for her to be since Church won’t let her within ten feet of the med facility.”

I raised my eyebrows at that. “That’s bold of you. I like the initiative. What did she say?” I snorted at my joke.

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Jokes aside, I like that you did that. I was going to do it if you didn’t, so bravo.”

“I told her about your shitty movie fest.”

“My movies aren’t shitty,” I muttered, moving onto my back again so I could stare at the ceiling. “Zombies From Planet Zebar is a fucking cult classic.”

“I’d rather watch a chick flick than a B movie, man.”

“We could compromise and watch weird porn. Or make our own.”

“I fucking hope you’re not suggesting you suck my dick.”

I scoffed at him. “Absolutely not. It would be more like you suck mine. I could break that virgin ass in for you.”

His pillow smacked me hard in the face, making me laugh wildly. I threw it back at him, which ignited a war in which various things were thrown at one another.

I knew he’d be a good roommate. He was almost as fun as Sinclair was. The only difference was Sinclair was a fucking grouch and liked to beat himself.

I’d probably get Shadow to that point eventually.

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“Dante.”I waved him down as he walked across campus Friday morning. He’d been scarce, and I’d been busy the last few days. As far as I knew, we weren’t getting Sirena since I’d heard next to dick on the subject.

He paused and waited for me, his green eyes tracking my every movement, just like the fucking predator he was.

“Will Stitches or you go with Ashes tonight to burn?” I asked as I stopped in front of him. My head had been foggy again, something I fucking hated. I thought a few days off from thinking would help. It was my fault for smoking weed as an escape. It seemed to happen whenever I overindulged. Sometimes a guy just needed a fucking break though.

“Why?” Church narrowed his eyes at me. “And why don’t you already know?”

“Come on, man. I told you before sometimes shit gets cloudy. You’ve seen what happens when it does.”

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