Page 105 of The Kiss Of Death
I shot him a warning glare; paying off my friend wasn’t cool.
Levi shared with a sly grin, “We had a talk a few days ago. She said if I were to break your heart, she’d murder me in my sleep.” He then leaned in to whisper in my ear, “What are you doing after classes? I won’t mind watching you while you’re studying.”
“I forgot you don’t have to study like the rest of us mortals.”
“I could pretend to,” he replied. “Plus, the first of each class gets points for the house. I can’t afford to finish second. Tacticians will win this year, so I’ll have to go through my classes once.”
I beamed. “No, Unifiers will.”
“You’re wrong, princess.”
“Still trying to find nicknames? We’ll win, Levi.”
“We definitely will,” Yasmine added, already consumed by the pages.
“Want to bet? We know how this ended up last time,” he mused, and my cheeks reddened.
“I hate you,” I whispered, laying a hand on my stomach, another cramp kicking in. Sometimes being a girl sucked.
“Are you okay?”
“Period cramp,” I said, too quickly, as if he was Yasmine and not a boy. Dad always freaked out when I mentioned my period.
Levi’s brows furrowed. “Should I go down on you to make you feel better?”
“You’re crazy,” I shushed him, my eyes traveling to Yasmine who was right next to us.
“What? I don’t mind.”
“I do,” I retorted, readjusting my tweed Unifier blazer.
“She’s in a mood because there’s no chocolate cake today, the one she loves. They were out of it,” Yasmine chimed in.
“I’ll be right back.” Levi rose from his chair and disappeared.
“Oh, and yes, I heard all of that.” Yasmine winked at me. “I’m reading, but I’m not deaf. If someone like Levi could be smitten, maybe there’s hope in humanity for the rest of us.”
Sylas barged in front of us. His tie hung loose. The collar of his shirt, peeking from beneath his green pullover, was askew. Dark circles had formed under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept all night. “Hi, both of you.”
I straightened my spine, forgetting about my cramps. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re not going to like this.”
“What?” I prompted.
He glanced at Yasmine, then at me, his hand idly grazing over his hair.
Levi returned to my side with two chocolate cakes, one for me and one for Yas. “Here.”
“How?” Yas asked, snapping her book shut.
“I have my ways.”
“Did you threaten someone?” I quipped.
“Are we about to go into this right now, where you give me a moral lecture about how my methods are wrong and corrupted until I shut you up with—”
“Okay, fine—”
