Page 9 of Firestorm
Also…was he jealous? He’d only checked me out at the counter before deciding Zephyr was a threat, and something about that…excited me.
I didn’t correct him.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Thanks for the drink.” I said.
Wyatt watched me for a beat before breathing out slowly. “What’s your affinity?” he asked.
I bristled slightly. Asking for one’s affinity was considered more than a little forward. That wasn’t normally something people shared so openly, especially not after exchanging only a few words.
But I didn’t feel like Wyatt was a threat to me. He was clearly interested in me, though if he just wanted to hookup, he was wasting his time by asking for my affinity.
I’d never tell him all of them.
“Air.” I replied, and Wyatt narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Interesting,” he remarked before sitting back. “What academy did you attend?”
“Do I look like a spoiled princess to you?” I asked and Wyatt raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t attend any academies. It’s not required with only one affinity.”
Wyatt’s face finally changed.
He smirked.
He fucking smirked at me.
“No, I don’t think you’re a spoiled princess at all,” he murmured. “I went to the Western Academy.”
I nodded, filing that information away for…I have no idea why. We sat in a tense silence after that, but I didn’t find myself uncomfortable with how he watched me. His vibe was calm and grounded. His hair was a warm brown and his eyes were a sharp hazel, even his skin had a sun-kissed tan that told me he spent time outside.
I’d long wondered if I had more rare affinities that weren’trecognized by the government. Pre-cognition was a myth from the middle-ages.Strong intuition, however? That wasn’t a thing at all. I usually just chocked that up to being a woman. Intuition was the natural sixth sense in females, after all, especially when it came to interacting with men.
“So are you a spoiled princess? Or do you have two affinities?” I asked.
Wyatt’s lips twitched like he wanted to widen his smirk to a smile, but he sighed.
“A little of both,” he said cryptically.
Liar, I thought to myself. Wyatt’s eyes only traced over me again.
I eyed his strong hand around his drink. He had prominent veins leading up onto his forearms, but my eyes snagged on a small tattoo on his wrist. I didn’t get a good look at it before he shifted, causing his shirt to cover it again.
“Have any?” he asked, gesturing toward his wrist.
I shuddered, almost violently. “No. I fucking hate needles. I don’t like foreign things inside of me.”
Wyatt’s smirk finally turned into a smile. “Surely notallforeign things.” he murmured.
“Oh, Lord.” I mumbled, covering my face with my hands, while Wyatt threw his head back and laughed.
Holy. Shit. Even hislaughwas attractive.
“Skye,” Zephyr called from the counter. He gave me an exasperated look as he tipped his head toward the growing line of customers and a very pale Lyla at the register.
I rolled my eyes. If only he hadn’t fucked Serena, we’d have another employee working today and I could spend more time drooling over Wyatt.
“Well, I gotta get back to work.” I said as I stood.
“If I come back when you’re off, will you talk with me some more?” Wyatt asked.
