Haunted by Stunich C. M

Author:Stunich, C. M. [Stunich, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Fantasy, Romance
Amazon: B079478F4H
Goodreads: 38096247
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2018-03-14T07:00:00+00:00

Felixa followed me for days after that. I mean, she quite literally trailed me around campus, even going so far as to track me into the campus bookstore and park herself in one of the reading chairs while Jasinda and I finished picking out the rest of our books.

No gems were ever exchanged on campus—it was a currency-free zone—but most of the books required for class were rare, magical tombs and there were only so many of them. We had to ‘check them out’, as if this were a library or something. So we ended up standing in a ridiculously long line with two wicker baskets full of supplies and two stacks of books on the floor at our feet. As the line moved forward, we kicked our piles along with booted feet. I’d have given them to one of my ghostly horde to hold, but I didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that four of the ten ghosts in the building were mine.

“This is so boring,” Trubble complained, lying on his back next to the snaking curve of the line and staring up at the ceiling. Everyone else was staring at him, and no less than twelve girls and six boys had paused to ask if he was single and looking. I kid you not. “Aren’t there servants who can do these sorts of tasks for you?”

“Servants aren’t allowed on campus,” I told him, poking him in the side with my foot. I was still royally pissed off that he’d attached himself to me without consent. It was a sort of … gods, I didn’t want to say magical rape, it wasn’t that bad, but it was rude and thoughtless and annoying as flub. “Not even royalty brings servants with them.”

“What about scribe boy?” Trubble asked, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with one hand. I kept seeing professors and Royal College guards glancing oddly in his direction, but we had Professor Cross with us and nobody seemed willing to come and talk to Trubble when there was already another teacher close by.

“He’s not a servant,” Jasinda said, glancing back and catching Matz’ eye as he shelved a book and then looked quickly down at his supply list. “He’s a scribe and a scholar and a fifth-year. He’s just around to help with you-know-what, not with schoolwork.”

“And help with bedroom time, too, huh?” Trubble said, grinning and swishing his tails around. He had two fuzzy ears atop his head as well, just like Dyre, little furry triangle just begging for a pinch. I wondered if he could turn into a mask in this form as well? Might not be as cute, seeing a tall dude crawling over somebody’s head. “Because, clearly, he wants to fuck you.”

I turned toward Trubble in shock and smacked another student in the face with my wing, knocking her back into the boys behind her and spilling her books all over the floor. Oops. When I tried to go over

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