Page 58 of Oleander
“Actually, yes. We’re doing a report on creatures from the Underworld, and we can’t seem to find much about the spirits of the dead. And um. . .”Here goes nothing.“More specifically, how you would expel one from the body.”
Professor Chastain straightens up, looking mildly uncomfortable as he loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his dress shirt. I glance at Ander, and he looks nearly as awkward as our teacher.
“Well, Skyler. I’m surprised yer doing a report on such things, as it’s not a topic we like to focus on here at the academy. Those poor souls—once lost and wandering the void between realms—found their way to the Underworld, where they were corrupted and then escaped toourworld. The Rift allowed great evil to seep into Faerie. Although they tend to stay deep in the woods where no one ventures, ghouls still pose a substantial risk to those traveling by foot. Ye must always travel with an Air Fae who can control electricity if yer goin’ deep into the forest.”
My eyes widen, and my jaw drops open slightly.
Like me. Finally, some luck.
“Yes, Skyler,” Professor Chastain says, pulling out a chair and taking a seat across from us. “I can read the look on yer face clear as day.Exactlylike ye.”
“What do I do?” I ask in awe.
Professor Chastain’s brows crease, and Ander kicks my foot under the table. I glance at him, and he widens his eyes, shaking his head at me. I realize I’m not doing a good job of playing it cool. I clear my throat. “I mean, what can Air Fae do?”
The professor ignores my odd behavior, probably chalking it up to me being from the Mortal Realm. “Do ye know what a defibrillator is?”
“Uh, yeah,” I reply, my mind starting to piece it together.
“Fae with the power of electricity can shock the ghoul out of any living creature with a single jolt, and if they’re fast enough, kill it with an iron blade before it fades back into the ether. Ye might be thinkin’ it sounds easy, but I promise ye it’s not. Possessed Fae become aggressive, unpredictable, and violent. It would be a hard task to get close enough to zap ’em. And if the Air Fae themselves become possessed, they have less than thirty seconds to zap their own heart before the rage takes over.”
My wheels are spinning, thankful that my affinity for electricity is going to tick a few things off of Ander’s defense checklist.
He’s organized, efficient, and eager.
Holy fuck is he eager.
It gets me hot, and I can’t wait for his greedy mouth later tonight.
Professor Chastain’s watch beeps, tearing me from my inner reverie of perverted thoughts. He glances down at it, standing from his seat. “Well, lads. I’ve got an online poker date to get to. Ye know where to find me if ye have any more questions. Enjoy yer night together, and don’t study too hard.”
“Thanks, teach. See ya Monday.”
He leaves with a wink and a wave, disappearing into the back of the library where the private computer rooms are.
I’m just thankful it’s no longer going to be a long, boring night in the library.
“I got your answers, fairy boy,” I tease. “Now, I think I need some sort of reward. Back to our suite?”
Ander’s cheeks pinken as I stand from the table, holding a palm out.
“I-I need to put all these books away,” he says, stumbling over his words. When his shyness comes out, it only gets me hotter knowing he’s a freak for only me.
“Let the librarian,” I tell him, urging him toward me with a flick of my fingers.
“I was going to check a few out,” he counters, staring up at me with wide purple eyes.
“You got your answers, and I think we’re about as prepared as we can be—armed with knowledge, magic, and that big-ass sword of yours.” I wink, wrapping my fingers around his hand when he finally gives in.
“I suppose that’s all we can do for tonight,” Ander says with a sigh. Guilt punches me in the gut that I dragged him into this mess in the first place.
“Let’s go home.” I squeeze his hand. “It’s been a long week, and I think we both deserve to get our dicks sucked.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
OLEANDER
Ididn’t get an ounce of rest last night, even after the mind-blowingsixty-ninethat Skyler taught me. Getting my cock socked at the same time as Skyler fucking my throat is the closest thing to orgasmic heaven I’ve ever felt, but it still didn’t relax me enough for sleep.
