Page 36 of Underworld
Flushing, I let my hand drop. “What do you think you’re doing, grabbing me like that?”
“What do you thinkyou’re doing stalking in shifter territory? I was just about to call the hunt. You could have gotten hurt.”
“Seriously?” I glared at him. I’d come back from the freakin dead. It bothered me how my Virtues still treated me like porcelain.
An inhuman screech rippled through the air. Heart jumping into my throat, I fought the urge to grab onto Logan’s arm. That would really wreck the bad-ass vibe I was going for.
“That’s just Aaron,” Logan said.
I shot him a look and caught the barely hidden amusement gleaming in his eyes.
I glared and he cleared his throat. “Come on.”
“Where are we going? Oh.” I gaped at the door that seemed to appear from nowhere in the odd, endless nightscape.
Logan gave me an impatient look, so I stepped through it. He closed the door behind me and I found myself in an office. A plain old, everyday looking office, tucked somewhere off the side of the nightscape tucked behind a giant wolf statue on the campus.
Man. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.
I went to take a seat and froze at the sight of the chains behind his desk.
“Um… Logan?” I pointed at the restraints.
A half grin was the only response I got, but I decided not to push it. For now.
As he moved behind the desk, I pulled out a copy of the schedule Olivia had given me.
“I’m supposed to be here,” I told him. “For class.”
“You’re kidding me.” Sighing, he dropped down into the battered chair behind the desk and rubbed at his temples. “I guess the Dean is just going with the scattershot approach, huh?”
I stared at him for a few seconds. “I’m not following.”
He sighed. “Maybe you should sit down.” He waved to the chair in front of the desk.
After a second’s debate of how to manage a chair while I had wings, I swung it around so the back faced him and straddled it so my wings didn’t get smooshed. The skirt’s thigh-high slit accommodated for the movement.
Logan’s attention immediately dipped as he bared his teeth.
“Scattershot approach?” I asked, hoping to distract him. We would catch up withthatside of our Virtue bond later.
Because when it came to Logan? Yeah, we definitely had some catching up to do and I needed more than a few minutes before class to fully explorethatventure.
Logan’s gaze lifted to mine, the depths glowing with intense hunger. He took a deep breath, then shook his head in a wolfish way that made me smirk.
“You can blame Kaito,” he said, impressing me by his ability to continue our conversation when I literally had my legs spread in front of him. Not that I’d intentionally been trying to distract him.
“Kaito again,” I murmured. He seemed to be pulling the strings behind the Academy, which felt a little too familiar for comfort.
Logan swallowed and lifted his chin, visibly trying to stay on topic. “He and Olivia were one of the only ones who didn’t give up on you, and while the rest of us were just trying to get through another day, they were doing research.”
I leaned in, my chair squeaking under me. “What kind of research?”
“Your heritage,” he replied. “It’s incredible and no one has ever seen anything like it. Kaito said that we’ve been putting limits on you when we should be thinking bigger. He’s convinced that you have something else in your bloodline, Lily. He wants to bring it out of you.”
That sounded terrifying and dangerous. “And what do you think of that?” I asked.
He scratched behind his ear. “I think that it’s a possibility, but I don’t think you have any shifter heritage. I would have felt it when we bonded.”
