Trouble with the Cursed by Kim Harrison

Author:Kim Harrison [Harrison, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2022-06-14T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

16

Coffee in one hand, lavender heels dangling from the other, I strode through the aboveground tunnel from the university’s administration building to Kalamack Hall, where they did all the high-level magic labs. I’d taken the building connector instead of the sidewalk because I thought it would be air-conditioned, but no amount of cool forced air could touch the heat from the sun streaming in. My demon shoes made a soft hush on the sun-warmed tile. I wasn’t late, but my quick stop at Junior’s for a to-go coffee and to confirm that Dali had quit had robbed me of my chance to be early. Stopping at the bathroom to change into my robe had put me behind even more. The shoes had given me trouble. Oh, they were the right size, but it had taken me a good three goes to figure out how to lace the leggings so they wouldn’t slip down when I walked.

Heads rose at the soft jingling of the bells on my black sash as I reached the end and blew into the main building. Jaw set, I tugged my seriously book-heavy, jacket-bulky bag higher up my shoulder. “Wear this,” I mocked in a bad imitation of Al, but in all honesty, the interview suit had make me look like a student bucking for an A, and I tightened my jingling sash as I went up the stairs, a vision of billowing green and black silk, silver bells, and red hair. All I needed was the flat-topped, round hat.

Eyes were on me, and I grimaced at the click of a phone camera. I am powerful, I thought, channeling my inner Newt as I rose to the second floor and headed for room 273. I am unique. I am forgetful and unbalanced.

I did not want to be here, I needed to be home twisting curses when Hodin came to get his stuff. But I had promised Vivian, and seeing as Dali had snagged their instructor, maybe I could convince a handful of university students to pick a safer career. Like a dragon vet, maybe.

My pulse hammered as I stopped short at the door. Light conversation sounded behind it. Taking a slow breath, I opened the door, walked in, and shut it firmly behind me.

I didn’t acknowledge them, my gaze fixed on the tech-rich podium and the long table beside it. The sun was bright, and there was a vid screen instead of a chalkboard.

“Oh, my God . . .” someone whispered as the multitude of conversations ebbed, and I stopped at the table to set my coffee, heels, and overflowing bag atop it. Somehow Newt’s books had worked their way to the top, and I yanked my lavender jacket to cover them. Not my first choice for show-and-tell, even if they are students of demonology.

Only then did I look up, hiding my hands behind me as I took a moment to quietly panic. It was a small class. Twenty kids, maybe, and they were kids, some in

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