Page 41 of Wings of Strife
“I smell a four-way in your future.”
I roll my eyes, unable to hold in my giggle at falling for her shit.
Mira laughs too. “So you all haven’t fucked yet? From the vibes between you and the guys, I thought for sure you would have.”
My cheeks grow hotter than ever, so I stuff a cracker in my mouth to keep from responding. I should have answered her though, because this leaves Dina open to giving her own colorful version. “She hasn’t screwed all four of them at once yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”
I cough, damn near choking on the dry as fuck cracker that’s currently stuck in my esophagus. “Anyway,” I say, throwing them each a look. “We ended the morning with a race. Winner gets a favor from each of them and guess who won.”
From the smug look on my face, it’s not hard to guess that it’s me, and this has Dina squealing with delight. “Well? Do you know what favors you’re going to ask for yet?”
I bite my lip and look away, not wanting to give away all the dirty thoughts racing through my mind. Not because I think either of them would care, but because they already fucking know. Apparently, I’m an open fucking book.
Mira smirks, sending me a wink. “Ah, so it’sthosekinds of favors.”
“See, I told you it’s only a matter of time.” Dina lifts her water bottle in the air. “Cheers, to being the Archangels’ favorite and getting all that delicious dick.”
I don’t lift my water bottle right away, but eventually give in. Fuck it. I’ll cheers to that.
We eat in silence, welcoming the female comradeship surrounding us. I wasn’t sure how things would feel with Mira, but having her here and spending this time with just us girls is exactly what I needed.
“All four-ways aside,” I say, throwing a fake disgruntled look at Dina. “This morning was a revelation to me. In class, I’ve been completely unable to increase my speed regardless of what I do, but this morning I was fast. I felt quicker than the wind. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have the other students or Professor Uriel breathing down my neck, but if that’s true, I’m fucked for the test.”
“That unhappy, pompous angel is still a professor?”
“You had him too?” I ask, not really shocked as she isn’t too much older than us, but it’s interesting to hear her reaction.
“He was my least favorite professor. Always had his head so far up his own ass.”
“Well, that hasn’t changed. He’s conceitedandhas it out for me. It’s a fabulous combo,” I say dryly.
“Don’t let him get to you. Apparently, he lost out on some important position back in the day and hasn’t gotten past it. He’s a childish fuck who shouldn’t even be teaching, but he’s harmless.”
I want to disagree, but that bastard doesn’t deserve any more of our thoughts today. “Who else did you have as professors when you went here?”
Mira lists a few names, and Dina perks up at the mention of one particular angel.
“Was Malik hot as sin when you attended? The things I’d let that angel do to me.” She looks off wistfully, like she’s just dreaming up all the scrumptious things she’d let him do.
I laugh and Mira says, “That man was every student’s sexual fantasy. Nice to see that hasn’t changed.”
“I thought you started something with that group from the anything-but-clothes party. What happened to that?”
She sighs. “They were great, but just something to pass the time and keep my mind away from the forbidden professor that haunts my dreams.”
“You’ll graduate soon, babe,” I tell her. “Then he’ll be fair game to unleash all of your seductress tactics.”
Mira nods. “We sometimes attend the same gatherings. I’m more than happy to start planting the seeds of his Dina obsession if you want?”
Dina claps her hands, looking grateful. “Would you? Yes, please! I don’t know what it is about him, but I just can’t shake my fixation. Maybe screwing him will get him out of my system.” She winks at me and I laugh.
“Oh! Speaking of fixation, I brought this for you.” Mira digs into her bag and extracts a folded cloth pouch. When she lifts back the flaps, there are several tiny vials of light blue liquid hooked beneath individual elastics.
“Weird transition, but okay.” I eye the little bottles, carefully taking the one she removes from the strap. “What is it?”
“This is an elixir I made that should dampen or mask your power signature from demons.”
I stare at her, dumbfounded. “You made this? For me?” Very few angels have made me anything, and something like this requires thought and consideration. I’m honored that she’d offer it to me after our fairly recent introduction. The skeptical part of my brain screamsulterior motive,but I’m trying to shut that bitch down ever since the rune showed us she was trustworthy.
