Page 45 of Venomous Lies
His hand touched my cheek, making me jolt, and when I blinked, all I saw was his usual form.
“Yeah, we should find Wells and some tea. I definitely need some tea.”
“Might I suggest you put on all your clothes first.” Bones kept his hand on my cheek. “As much as I like the view, I might have quite a few more bones to add to my collection if the entire school saw it.”
“Can I put in a request for how some of them are going to be used when it happens?” I asked as I started to laugh.
“I’ll take it into consideration, witchling, but just get dressed.”
With a quick, teasing smile, I carefully put my grimoire down and picked up the clothes I’d brought. Knowing I was going to get dirty today, I didn’t bring anything I would be upset about getting covered in dirt.
The square neckline of my short-sleeved black dress subtly showed off my cleavage and came down to a few inches above my knees. The material was solid black until my upper thighs where it became fishnet with a solid black flame design that reached my hips. No one would be able to see the design unless my dress shifted up when I sat down, but I loved knowing it was there just for me. A pair of all-black boots completed the outfit.
Thankfully, I had a hairbrush with me, and with just a little bit of work, I managed to tame my hair. Instead ofcomplaining about the wait, Bones watched me with interest as I grabbed my makeup bag. My quick routine included foundation, eyeliner, mascara, and a black lipstick. Topping it all off with setting spray, I was ready to be in the garden and making potions.
We left his place and made our way to the dining hall without running into many people. Maybe Wells will be there too, and I wouldn’t have to search around campus.
Thankfully, Wells was easy to find.
He was sitting there with Z, Aizel, and Echo.
“Why don’t you go talk to them while I grab our breakfast? Besides tea, what do you want?” Bones asked.
“I want a large London Fog and a bagel with cream cheese please,” I replied, looking up at him with a smile. The people around us were watching and whispering, but I ignored them.
“I’ll meet you at the table when I’m done.”
Then he was gone. Students stumbled out of his path in order to avoid any contact, and I smirked at their cowardice before heading toward my friends’ table.
“Hey, guys.” I stopped at the side of the table instead of taking the empty space beside Z.
“Hey,” Z said, side-eyeing Echo. He was silent, his eyes trained on his food, but at least he wasn’t storming off yet.
“Wells, are you doing anything today?”
“Besides homework,” Wells replied after a beat, “nothing. Why?”
“We have a new herbology professor. Have any of you met him?” I looked between them, and everyone, including Echo, shook their heads. “Well, to sum it up, he had some choice words about all the students in his class, and I said there was no way he was kicking me out of the class for my specialty.”
“Oh gods,” Aizel murmured as he tried and failed to contain his groan.
“I told him I’d be there Tuesday regardless of what he decided about me and I wanted him as a mentor.”
“Isla!”
“What?!” I shrugged. “He came in out of nowhere?—”
“He’s the professor!” Wells retorted.
“And that means he can just arbitrarily decide people aren’t good enough to be taught by him? I haven’t seen any reason to be so impressed by him that he could just toss me out of class.” I snorted. “Anyway, he said if I made my best potion by the next class and brought it in, he’d evaluate it and decide if he’d mentor me. So that’s what I’m working on this weekend, and I was wondering if you’d mind helping me?”
“Just Wells or—?” Z started to ask, but she interrupted herself when she caught sight of something behind me. “Shit.”
“Well, well, well,” an unfortunately familiar voice grated behind me. “If it isn’t Isla and her band of freak friends. Heard you stooped so low as to fucking bond with that bonething, but I had no idea it was true until this morning.”
Every fucking fiber of my being went from hot to frozen as I spun around to face Allison, the build-a-bitch Barbie, and her cronies behind her.
“Allison, it wouldn’t—” Wells tried to caution her.
