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“Fine,” I sighed. “She’s been translating the book I gave her. I gave her a dictionary reference, so she’s going to have that entire tome figured out within the week.”
“What is she up to?” Wyatt mused, leaning back in his chair, making the leather creak.
“No idea,” I replied. “But all her research is on healing.”
Wyatt’s swollen eyes flashed toward me. “Is she a Healer?”
I shook my head and scoffed. “No, Wyatt. You know what she is.”
Wyatt grimaced before he looked away. “Why is she looking into healing?”
“No idea,” I replied. “I’m surprised no one even sensed me in the library at your place when I slipped in.”
“My father thinks he’s invincible.” Wyatt muttered, shaking his head.
“That, and Lauren is oblivious as fuck.” I said.
Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut. He never liked when I talked shit about Willow’s mother, but was it reallytalking shitif the words were true? Lauren was…not smart. I was only stating the obvious.
“So,” I said slowly. “I uh…may have spoken to her for a moment.”
Wyatt stared at me. “The fuck does that mean?”
“I just said a few words into her mind,” I replied defensively.
“You broke through?!” Wyatt sat up, his expression weirdly…hopeful.
“No,” I said slowly. “She was opened up to me a bit. She does that sometimes, when she talks to me.”
Wyatt sat back, looking a little defeated.
“Anyway, the library is boring and Landon Iykos is also boring.” I said.
“Why is he hanging around her so much?” Wyatt muttered.
I shrugged. “Seems like he just wants a friend.”
“Yeah, but after the sparring, and the fight…why does he bother? And why is she allowing it?” Wyatt looked bewildered as I stood and approached his burnt desk, swiping his coffee and taking a piping hot sip.
“She’s using him,” I said with a grimace. I sat back down and wondered where I could find some decent coffee on campus. Wyatt drank his morning sugar with a splash of coffee, and it was gross.
“How?” Wyatt demanded, wiping the lid of his travel cup like he was wiping away my germs, which was hilarious becausehewas the one who put his hands onmyhips during that protest.
“Library clearance,” I replied. “He goes and checks things out from the upper-levels.”
Wyatt nodded slowly, looking at his travel cup with a sad expression like he was about to toss it out since I’d defiled it with my germs.
“Anyway,” I said, glancing down at my phone and groaning as I realized it was my father calling. “I have other shit to do today. Heal my hand, asshole.”
I held out my busted knuckles and Wyatt gripped them way too hard, making me hiss through my teeth. He sent me a dark look before the warmth of his healing affinity washed through me, and I watched as the cuts knitted themselves back together before my eyes, the pain from the sprain in my wrist quickly following.
“Thanks, honeybuns.” I said, patting Wyatt too hard on his bruised cheek before I shadow-walked out of his office.
Chapter 44
Skye
I stumbled into my room,fighting the urge to throw up again. I’d managed to remain undetected when I vomited into one of the garbage barrels near the dorm entrance. Thank God the quad was empty this time of night on a Tuesday. I may have actually died if someone witnessed this freakout.
