Page 30 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“Class dismissed.” I push up from the podium, watching as Raven’s gaze narrows on her like a lioness watching her prey.
It’s pathetic how my wolf prances. He likes her jealousy and I’d be a lying bastard if I said that I didn’t either.
“So about tonight?” Sasha asks, planting herself on the end of my desk and crossing her legs.
“What about it?”
She crosses her arms in an attempt to push up her cleavage. “The gala? I thought we had discussed me being your date?”
“We didn’t discuss. You insinuated.” I reach for my briefcase then lay it on my desk.
“We’re both going.” She leans in, letting her hand land on my bicep. “I’ll make it worth your while, Locke.”
Flickering my eyes up to the fifth row, I watch Raven stand.
I don’t miss the pinch between her brows. She’s irritated.
I always have a date to the gala, and me showing up alone might cause speculation. I would rather eat a silver bullet than entertain Sasha. I know the dark haired goddess that’s currently sending daggers at my coworker will have her opinions on the matter as well.
She’s our date.My wolf snaps.
Yeah, that would go over well with the university.
In my inability to move my eyes from Raven, it allows Sasha to follow my line of sight. I can sense her demeanor change, and her posture stiffens briefly before she clears her throat, drawing my attention back to her.
“Unless there’s a reason you can’t?” She lifts a brow, moving her eyes up to Raven.
Fuck.
She smiles a menacing smile, then brushes her hand down my arm before walking to the door. She takes a step outside of the door frame before calling out. “See you at seven.”
Swallowing, I nod, knowing she saw the way I was looking at Raven. When she leaves, I can already feel the weight of Raven’s eyes.
She tosses that silky dark hair over her shoulder and pulls her gaze away from mine.
Leave it, Locke.I tell myself.Not here.
She walks down the row to the exit when Titus approaches her. He not only had a reputation for chasing anything in a skirt, but he has ties to my brother, which means he better keep moving. Especially because he's not even in this fucking class.
“Hey Raven.” He slides his hands into his pockets.
She pauses, hiking her bag onto her shoulder. I turn my back, but even down in the front of the room I can hear every word he’s saying.
“There’s a party tonight after the gala at Kingston’s. You in?” He asks. “I could…show you around.”
I don’t like his tone.
“Raven,” my voice booms.
I can hear her slight intake of breath as I spin around to face them. “Can I have a word?”
She looks from me to Titus. “I have to take pictures for the gala tonight for a couple of hours, but I’ll let you know.”
Wrong answer.My wolf growls.
I ignore him and wait for Titus to leave and for her to maneuver down to my desk. Her long legs close the distance and for some reason I go back to last night. She still looks tired. Weak.
“This can’t be done through email?” She remarks.
