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“Just wait until Professor Matten gets to you,” Graeves said, this time lacking the same amount of confidence he had during his earlier insults. “You’ll be chewed up and spit out of this class within a week.”
In the span of the two hour class, Nix hated to agree with him.
Shelimpedback to her dorm room, covered in bruises from an obstacle course that tried to kill her.
Professor Matten knew exactly how to break a gal’s spirit. Still, it was refreshing to have a female combat instructor. Anytime one of the guys made a sexual comment about the workout uniform, Professor Matten flipped him on his back.
I want to be strong like her.
I want to protect myselfandothers.
After all, Nix knew what was coming.
9
CHAPTER
“Hello, Enchantress,” a deep, sultry masculine voice purred into her ear, and Nix jerked awake.
Her mind raced to catch up to her surroundings.Not in a cage. Still here.
She laid in bed, in her dorm room. In the middle of the night. She had been sleeping peacefully; her pillow sported a small, very demure and ladylike damp spot of drool.
After rubbing her eyes, she squinted and gazed around her dark bedroom. She swore a voice woke her up.
“Oh, my Gods!” she yelled out when she saw the glowing red eyes staring at her from the end of her bed.
Bael said nothing as he calmly stared at her. Well, not “calmly.”
A hot hunger beamed from those red eyes, focused entirely on her. The scorching desire in his gaze struck her like a match, lighting instantly. Dark, sexual energy rolled off of him in invisible waves and soaked her to her bones.
The kind of erotic power emanating from him felt…dangerous. She was not used to being watched with that kind of piercing lust.
Jolting, she sat up on the bed and swatted away the cobwebs of sleep from her mind. Incubi were known to be nightwalkers; they could even step into the dreams of others and make the sleeper imagine anything the incubus wanted.
Was this a dream that he created in her mind?
Nix swallowed dryly and asked in a hoarse voice, “Is this…real? Are you really here? Or is this a dream?”
“What do you think?” Bael replied smoothly in that rasp of pure temptation of his.
The tantalizing sound of his voice caused goosebumps along her flesh. She shivered; yet, she felt especially warm.
Bael’s body emitted an intense amount of heat. It reminded her of sitting near a cozy fire. She wondered if it was a side effect of him growing up in Hell, absorbing all the warmth from constant flames.
Incubi were fire-resistant, after all. Around him, she felt very flammable.
“Did you want to dream about me?” he asked.
Nix scowled at his glowing red eyes in the darkness as her—not paranormally enhanced—vision struggled to see him clearly. “Obviously not.”
“No?”
“No.”
He smirked. “Hmm.”
Nix snapped, “Did you dreamwalk into my head?”
