Page 31 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
Oh yeah, she’s angry.
And because I’m an asshole. I ignore it.
“Did you eat this morning?” The question comes out harsh and she stops about three feet from me. “You look thin.”
“What I put into my body is not your business, professor.” She lifts a challenging brow. “Besides, clearlythinseems to be your type.”
I lower my voice. “Raven, it means nothing. It's just work related.”
She moves those blue eyes over me, hovering a second too long on my throat. “Pick her up at seven, right? Better get going. I know you hate being late.”
She turns to leave when I ask. “You’ll be there, right?”
“Yes. I’m the photographer.”
I already knew that. Gemma had sent an email out to the staff already. I just needed reassurance.
“You going to the party?” I ask next.
She narrows her eyes. “Do you have a question that pertains to this class? If not, I have somewhere to be.”
She turns away again, her scent crossing my nostrils, causing my wolf to whimper. She’s almost to the door when I speak.
“Make sure you’re eating, Raven.”
She flips me off and walks out into the hallway. I spin around to see Declan leaning up against the door frame of the side entrance.Fucking great.
He smirks. “Care to share why you are so invested in Raven’s diet?”
A growl rumbles through me as he pulls himself to standing, his hands going to his suit jacket. “She’s a student.”
“No shit.”
“A human,” he adds.
I shoot him a look, warning he’s pushing too far.
“You have a thing for her.” He tilts his head.
“I’m a grown man.” I jerk my briefcase off of my desk. “I don’t havethings,Declan.”
“Right. You just keep running off in the middle of the night and asking yourstudentif she’s eating.”
“Dec,” I warn again. “Enough.”
Declan and I need to have a serious discussion, but now isn't the time.
He raises his palms. “Pardon me.”
I brush past him with agitation floating through my muscles. His question is valid. But what alarms me the most is the rage I felt when Titus stepped up next to her. My wolf wanted to attack. He kept telling me she wasours,and I was starting to believe him.
Chapter twenty-two
Raven
“How do I look?” Presley twirls around in a salmon-colored dress that goes over one shoulder and down her arm, all the way to wrap around her wrist.
“Like a flamingo.” I slip on my black knee high boots.
