anything changes with Raphael.â
âOf course.â
âBye.â
I started to put the phone back, and then thought better of it. I shoved it in my pocket, as I headed out. These books werenât getting me anywhere. Short of going back to Lucianaâs den of depravity, I wasnât going to find anything on the magic she was using. And that so wasnât happening. Not yet.
Hopefully not ever.
If I was going to get Raphael moved, I needed to start working on it now. My gut told me he didnât have a minute to spare, and I wasnât going to ignore it.
Chapter Four
One glance out the window told me that the Cazadores were patrolling campus again. We were still on lockdown, but since I was known to fight against the witches, the Cazadores let me move around. They kind of had to. Their leader had tried commanding me to stay indoors a few nights ago, and it hadnât gone his way. Since then, they steered clear of me. I was pretty sure I made them uncomfortable, but that was definitely the least of my worries.
I stashed a few vials of my newest potion in my pocketsâjust in case something happenedâbefore going in search of Dastien.
I went to the gym first, thinking our group would be there, but I didnât see Dastien or anyone else among the guys sparring. They didnât pay much attention to me as they fought, moving so quickly that their movement was hard to track.
Where was everyone? I thought about using the bond to find Dastien, but I hated to use that as a crutch. I wanted to be able to find him on my own.
The next logical place to look was the cafeteria. But again, only some Cazadores and alphas milling about, and no Dastien. No Meredith or Donovan or Adrian either.
So odd. If they were done working out, why hadnât they come to get me?
I grabbed a drink and a cookie and finally gave in, opening the bond wide. Where are you?
The library.
As soon as he said the words, an image of him standing in front of the shelves as he scanned the spines of books came through the bond.
The library was on the first floor of the admin building. I started to head that way, but kept the connection open with Dastien. You didnât come get me when you were done? My voice had a hint of whine. I hated that. I took a big bite of cookie. Chocolate chip with a hint of salt. God, the Were cooks were amazing.
I checked in. You were on the phone. I figured youâd find me when you were done.
Which was what Iâd done, so no point in getting annoyed. But why was I feeling needy all of a sudden?
I started up the three stairs to the entrance of the admin building.
Maybe because you were traumatized and you need to give yourself time to heal.
I nearly tripped. Sometimes it still surprised me that he could dig into my thoughts. Right. Well, it stinks.
I pushed through the door to the library. Everyone sat at study tables. Meredith and Donovan huddled over a book. When a chunk of pink hair fell into her eyes, Donovan tucked it back behind her ear. Chris was tapping a pencil against the table as he worked through his volume. His wavy blonde hair was getting long and poofing out. Chris was the most introverted of the group, even if he did like to flirt a little. I couldnât believe heâd actually kissed me once. That all seemed like forever ago.
Dastien stood off to the side waiting for me. He leaned casually against the bookcase, and grinned, showing his dimples. I rolled my eyes at how easily he got to me. Just one look and I was toast. âI sure hope youâre right, because otherwiseâ¦â If I got any more addicted to him, Iâd lose my mind.
âIâm always right.â
I snorted. He liked to think so.
Adrian glanced up from his book. His short, black hair was gelled just enough to be perfectly mussed and spiky. âWhat is he right about?â
I cleared my throat. âNothing. But we have a situation.â
That got everyoneâs attention.