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“It’s Levi,” Touron said as if we hadn’t seen him.
We were at the crossroads that split toward the gates and main study complex. Curi drew me to a halt and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped in surprise, mouth parting against his in an involuntary invitation. His chest rumbled and his fingers sank into my hair as he deepened the kiss, drawing my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it in a way that made me throb in all the right places. This was bad because it was so good, and I shouldn’t be enjoying it so much, but it felt like an age since I’d been touched like this, savored like this, and Curi was an excellent kisser.
He broke the kiss, his dark eyes soft and hazy as they met mine, and when he spoke, his voice was a low and husky vibration. “That should put my scent on you. Enough to keep our ruse alive.”
“He’s gone inside,” Palia said.
Levi was indeed gone.
A gust of wind blew my hair back, bringing with it an achingly familiar scent. My beast woke, pushing against my skin and turning me to face the direction of our obsession.
Serath stood facing us on the path to the gate. His husky eyes were bright with an emotion I couldn’t define, and his expression was closed and unreadable.
He strode toward us, acknowledging us all with a nod. “Cadets.” And stepped into Stone Comfort.
“We don’t have to go in,” Touron said.
“Why not?” Curi looked confused. “Levi won’t do anything, not with so many people around, and especially not with an elite present.”
But it wasn’t Levi we were worried about.
It was Serath.
CHAPTER32
There was a line for the counter once we got inside. The twins went to grab a table, dragging Curi with them on the pretext of needing muscle to beat back any table competition.
Thank the gods for their foresight. Curi might be clueless to my connection to Serath, but he’d spent enough time with me to know my scent, and if it spiked around Serath and Curi picked up on it, then…
Yeah.
I needed to be careful.
What I needed to do was go with the twins.
Why wasn’t I going with them? Oh yeah, because Serath was here. A mere goyle ahead of me. I could smell him. See him. Stupidly ache for him to look at me and smile that beautiful smile that lit up his brutally handsome face.
He’s fucking someone else, Cam. Snap out of it.
But the primal part of me, the part of me created to bond with his didn’t care about that. As far as my beast was concerned, Serath belonged to us.
Touron leaned in and whispered, “Um, Cam, you’re breathing a little heavily.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Go sit down and send Curi to help with the drinks.”
The line moved forward, and Levi walked past, carrying a takeout cup. His step faltered adjacent to Serath.
“Serath Halle?” He stopped to address the elite.
“Yes?” The deep timbre of Serath’s voice did crazy things to the pulse at my groin.
“I was hoping to discuss something with you,” Levi said.
The line moved again.
“And you are?” Serath asked.
