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Wyatt went still, staring at me with wide eyes.
“On his knees?” he asked quietly.
“Oh yeah. Took his hair,” –I mimed like I was fisting a head of hair– “And shoved him right down.” I pushed my fist down. “Made him eat her out right there in the open. He said…some things. It was quite, ah…” I trailed off, not wanting to get a fucking hard-on while describing the situation.
Wyatt’s eyes widened even further, and I grinned at his hard swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing slowly.
“And you watched that?” he asked in disbelief.
“Duh,” I replied. “You would have, too. It was insanely hot.”
Wyatt blew out a breath and ran his hands through his perfectly styled hair.
“What the fuck are we about to get ourselves into?” he whispered.
Chapter 32
Skye
I stareddown at the sketch of Aiden I’d been working on, frowning at how no matter what I did, I couldn’t get his ears right. When he smiled, his ears moved just slightly along with his cheeks and his adorable fucking dimples, and apparently that was impossible to transfer into a sketch.
A scoff nearby drew my attention, and I almost groaned out loud.
Anton sneered at me from where he sat several seats away. Which meant he was really going out of his way to bother me. My eyes caught on the blonde girl next to him, and I clenched my jaw. Carla gave me an equal look of disgust, though her expression changed slightly when she saw the sketch of Aiden. As she looked away, she actually seemed…upset.
“Can I help you?” I asked, noting how Anton’s eyes were a little too glassy to be sober.
He ignored me, whispering something to Carla instead. Suddenly, Anton’s chair was ripped out from under him, then he loudly crashed into the linoleum floors. Carla yelped and dove away from…
Landon?
“Don’t fucking talk about her like that,” Landon snarled in Anton’sface. Anton looked like he was ready to pass out, maybe from a concussion, but he said nothing in reply.
People began to whisper while I quietly packed up my bag and moved seats. I was not about to get anywhere near whatever the fuckthatwhole thing was. I made my way up the stairs, settling on a seat closer to the exit, then got back to my sketch.
It was only my second day of my newStrengthening Affinitiescourse. I’d been moved to the graduate level for several classes after word of my water skills circulated post-Landon sparring match.
I’d just opened up my textbook to the assigned page when a large, warm body sat down in the chair next to me.
Aiden wasn’t in this class, and he was the only person I knew that feltwarm. The only other person I bothered to know who had an affinity for fire was…
I slowly lifted my head to meet the pale green gaze of the man sitting next to me. He eyed me curiously, and I almost growled in warning.
Landon only had a few pink streaks across his cheek from where Aiden’s fire had burned him. Aside from that, he looked the same as always, though his signature scowl was gone. He was actually…sort of handsome when he wasn’t pissed.
“Hi,” he said, fidgeting with his pencil.
“Hi,” I replied slowly.
He seemed nervous, but maybe that had something to do with the fact that he’d just flattened one of his friends. Since he’d stayed away from Aiden and I in the weeks since the fight, I was beginning to think he didn’t remember it, especially since Lana didn’t seem to remember the encounter accurately at all. It was safe to assume the two had been so drunk or high that they convinced themselves they’d misunderstood something.
The professor called attention to the front of the room, and I tried my best to ignore how Landon’s stare was boring into the side of my face.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
I stared at him in shock. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because Anton…” Landon trailed off and blew out a breath. “You didn’t hear him. He said something really nasty about you.”
