Page 22 of Demon

“Oh!” Obviously flustered, Lonnie clasped his hands over the tent in his sweats. “I can’t meet him like this!” he hissed.

Callan couldn’t help his delighted laugh. The professor just looked adorable with his beet red face and squirming body. He got it. He was still so turned on, it felt like he might combust.

It wasn’t to be helped. “He’ll understand.”

“Oh god,” Lonnie said before he threw one of his multi-colored blankets over his shoulders and wrapped it around himself. “It’s winter. It’s cold. It’s early.”

He was mumbling all this under his breath and Callan threw back his head to laugh as he walked to the door. Xavier was too polite to pay attention to his own rampant erection.

He let his boss in.

Xavier, wearing dark slacks and a black sweater under his beige winter coat, stepped into the house, and as Callan expected, he paid no attention to the obvious sexual atmosphere. Callan didn’t think the sorcerer could smell the lust-filled moment he’d walked in on, but he did know Xavier was perceptive as hell.

He didn’t care if Xavier knew—he was proud of having a mate. He was more disappointed at the interruption since things had been getting really good.

Xavier held out his hand to Lonnie. “I’m Xavier, owner of Protective Solutions. I talked with your sister, Gabby. Pleased to meet you.”

Lonnie’s hand shot out to shake while he used his other hand to keep the blanket closed.

Callan snorted.

He looked so silly. Yet still adorable. Callan’s chest puffed out a bit with the knowledge he’d affected his mate so much.

“So Callan has filled me in on your late-night visitor. I’d like to see where he was standing. And then we’ll look at the notes.”

Lonnie nodded and scurried down the hall, still clutching that blanket.

Xavier gave Callan one lifted eyebrow.

“He just woke up and is cold,” Callan explained. “I didn’t realize you would come so early.”

“It’s ten o’clock, Callan.”

“It is?” Callan glanced at the clock next to the television. “Lonnie didn’t fall asleep until early this morning.”

“He didn’t have to teach today?”

Callan shook his head. “No classes today. Is a good thing after last night.” He led the way into Lonnie’s bedroom, moving freely; he’d grown comfortable with all the shelves. He could no longer smell the intruder, but that scent would be familiar to him if he ran into it again. Lonnie stood next to the bed; he’d finally ditched the blanket. Callan’s gaze went immediately to his crotch, but all was fine there. When he looked back up, it was to find Lonnie giving him a pleading look as if he were asking Callan not to look there and make it worse again. He bit back a grin.

Xavier didn’t need to be told where the intruder had stood. He walked directly to that spot and closed his eyes. Callan knew he was using his magic, knew that sometimes spell use left traces of magic that a sorcerer could read.

The air around them grew thick, and the tiny hairs all over his body stood on end as Xavier did his thing. Lonnie’s eyes were open impossibly wide as he stared at the sorcerer with his mouth open.

He was using powerful magic if they could feel it like this. Callan was a little envious. He had his own powers, but Xaviercarried something infinitely deep—a connection to something, like maybe the very source of magic itself. He’d never met anyone else with Xavier’s power.

It took several minutes, and when Xavier finally opened his eyes, they were more black than usual, like his pupils had overtaken the irises. “Your intruder is a wizard.”

“A warper wizard?” Callan asked.

Xavier nodded. “He’s using a spell to hide his signature, which tells me he feels he has reason to hide who he is. Callan said you think it’s one of your students?” he asked Lonnie.

“Just from what the notes have said.”

“Show me.”

Once back in the living room, Lonnie pulled the notes from his briefcase and handed them to Xavier. Xavier took them out of the bags and ran his palm over each one.

“He’s good at masking his tracks. There is nothing on these.”

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