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Because of this bond, we are drawn together; on my end in the form of obsession and stalking every small chance I’m given, and on her end, moving to the campus where me and my lover were both stuck.

The goddess must have not liked the angry witch that cursed us much because she also granted a mating bond between the boob-filled love of my life and the nipple-is-no-longer-off-limits love of my life, and then granted the former the means with which to save us both.

Normally I’m just in the form of a regular old pine tree, but my bark is a bit nicer than those around me. I’m in sight of my lover which is torturous, but that means I’ve been able to see some naughty things transpire between him and our big breasted mate, and I am more than ready for the games to begin.

Of course I had to give her the most exquisite ring I could think of to seal the betrothal that my father convinced her parents we needed (I’m not sure he actually had the energy to invade earth, but let’s keep that between us for now), but that’s just icing on the sewage rat because I already know her heart and am addicted to it. If that hasn’t become abundantly obvious by now.

She might be angry with me when she comes upon the realization that I made sure our nuptials would have to occur, but once she understands that is only a small part of our relationship, I’m confident that she’ll begin to tolerate me and one day might even let me touch her again. How exciting!

The only problem I foresee is that there are still descendants from that evil witch hanging around campus and are quite determined (spite is a heavy drug, my friend) to ensure that Delaney the cunt-blessed does not succeed in bringing her gargoyle lover back to life permanently.

So, when I get a few minutes a day to walk about on two legs, I make sure to spread around as much as information I can so my lady love might take note of me and recognize me faster once we are reunited. I even told her what I have been able to find in order to get Leo and his mighty dick (which is much transformed and even more lovely somehow) into a form that can be free for the rest of his life.

Once cursed this way, such a thing cannot take root again. If anyone shall try, the spell will backfire and curse the caster instead. So once freed, Leo cannot be cursed again.

You want to hear something hilarious?

I have spent many years and cashed in many favors to hide that bit of information while simultaneously tempting that evil witch’s descendants to take the bait and acquire the knowledge of renewing Leo’s curse in hopes that they’ll turn themselves into a stone masterpiece that birds shit on daily.

Hey, what comes around goes around.

Chapter Seventeen

Delaney

I close the door behind me with a thud, legs shaking. Would it be too much for me to crawl to my potential friend’s house? I know I said I’d swing by and say hi, but that was before I had my insides rearranged by a collection of men.

Wow, I sound like a right proper conduit.

Maybe I just need to walk a bit and stretch my legs. They’ve been elevated and contorted so much since yesterday that they might be contemplating mutiny at this point. A run would be even better, but if I did that, I’d probably chicken out of talking to Violet. I feel like I could really enjoy hanging out with her.

“Do you want me to carry you?”

“I think you’ve done quite enough, Jackson. I just need to stretch a bit.”

I bend over, ensuring my ass is pointing at a wall so Jackson can’t start anything again, and I get my calf muscles a little bit friendlier, then decide to pace up and down the halls a few times just so I can say I got a couple steps in. The hallways are long enough, it should do...something.

“What are you gonna do about her?” Jackson points to the tastefully decorated doorstep announcing it as Shelly’s room when we pass it, with a dusty pink paper covering the door.

“I’m not at all surprised it was her that broke in to my locker, but she didn’t get what she wanted so I’m not very concerned with her at the moment. I think she does need to learn her lesson though, because it’s fucked up she felt she could just do that. It’s a school, you know? I don't care who she knows; she should be held accountable.”

“She must have thought her brother was going to have her back.”

“Probably didn’t see the turn of events that he’d be working towards getting me on mine.”

“Well, then.”

I smile at my mate and then have to stop and kiss him, because it’s so rare we get to do anything just the two of us. I know we’re just walking around the dorm halls, but I’ve learned in my conduit care and support class that any moment can be something special with the right intentions.

I back him into the wall and wrap myself around him, burying my face in his chest. “You and your brother have made this process of finding everyone as stress free as it could be. I appreciate you and all you do for me; I just want you to know that.”

His hand comes up to the back of my head and smooths the crown of my head. “You’re my world, Delaney. I love going through all of this with you.”

The door to Shelly’s room opens, and she’s giggling with sex hair, wrapped up in a robe and pulling... “Spencer.”

He whips around and shuts the door on Shelly, but there’s not really any way of covering up what was happening in there. “Uh, hey, Delaney. What’s hanging?”

I shrug and then keep moving, wishing I didn’t feel weird about seeing him with another woman. It’s not like we’re together or have been talking or anything, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about that kiss we shared a lot.

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