Page 71 of Fractured Fates
Her choice.
“I can’t help you. I don’t know where the hell your pig is.”
“I think someone pig-napped him,” she murmurs, and the way she cares so much about the dumb animal has anger boiling in my gut for no logical reason.
“Whydoyou have that stupid pig?” I say unable to stop myself from swiping at her. “Is it because you’re socially awkward and incapable of forming relationships?”
Her eyes snap up to mine and she frowns. “You can talk! You’re 40 and living on your own in a school with no wife and no family?”
“I’m thirty-fucking-two and I could be gay.”
“With a loving husband…wait are you gay?”
Images of me with some dude swim through her head.
My knees almost buckle.
Fuck this girl’s fantasies.
And thank god she can’t see mine.
“You think that’s an appropriate question to ask your professor?” Her gaze doesn’t flinch from mine. “I’m bi. And you have a dirty mind. Is it because you are sexually frustrated? You should do something about that.” My mouth twitches as she frowns harder. “But not with the pig.” She snorts. “See? You’re even beginning to sound like him.”
Her stern facade cracks for a second time and she laughs, sunshine momentarily flooding her features and making her caramel eyes dance.
I stare at her, that tug straining in my stomach, my blood so hot it’s scorching.
I grip the edge of the door.
“Get out before I kiss you,” I snarl through my teeth.
She stops laughing and looks at me. Her cheeks pinken.
The air seems to crackle with electricity and I can hear her breath hitch.
I grip the doorframe so hard my knuckles bleach.
“Maybe I want you to kiss me,” she whispers in her head and more images flood her mind, images of me bending down to press my mouth to hers, images of me lifting her up and pressing her against the door, images of me laying her out across my desk.
I stand there watching them all, my arms shaking, my heart pounding. Then I get a fucking grip on myself.
“Get out!” I yell at her, pushing her backwards and slamming the door.
The door rattles in its frame and for what must be several long minutes, I stand there, catching my breath, staring at the grain of the wood.
Then I return to my books.
The quicker I can solve this situation, the better.
23
Rhi
Someone has taken him.Someone hasstolenhim.
I feel it in the pit on my stomach. I know it by the way the other students stand and laugh at me, as I dash about campus in a frenzy, searching everywhere I can think of for my damn pig.
He’s not in the garden, my dormitory, the Great Hall or the gymnasium, and to be honest most of the buildings in the campus he wouldn’t be able to enter without someone’s help anyway.
