Wolfsbane_An Infinite Arcana Novella by SJ Himes

Author:SJ Himes [Himes, SJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SJ Himes
Published: 2020-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Angelus Salvatore? The Necromancer of Boston?” Jameson asked incredulously for the millionth time over the picked-clean wrappers from their late lunch.

“Yup,” Rael said, again, tapping the card from the necromancer in question where it rested on the table between them. Jameson picked it up and examined the card, even going so far as to sniff it.

“Wow,” Jameson pulled the card away from his nose. “Vampire, a scaled creature, maybe a lizard, and more magic than I’ve ever encountered. I had no idea death magic had a scent.”

“I can smell ozone and something like stones, a hint of blood. What’s the scaly thing?”

“No idea, but I really don’t want to find out.” Jameson gathered up the trash from the table and threw it away in the garbage under the sink. He leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, and Rael was distracted by the way the fabric of his shirt stretched over thick muscles. “Are you going to take him up on his offer?”

Rael pointed to the counter by the door. “Mom left the list of resources from the doctor for magical instructors, and I googled all the programs. I can’t afford to pay anyone for even basic classes, and Salvatore is so out of reach he isn’t even listed on the resource sheet. I even called a few of those numbers and asked, and when I mentioned Salvatore every single person acted like I won the lottery. I don’t think turning him down is smart.”

Jameson nodded, lips tightening like he was trying not to say something.

“What?”

Jameson let out a hard sigh. “I could help you pay for lessons if you don’t want to go to Salvatore. Dangerous shit happens around that family a lot. I don’t want you hurt.”

“A werewolf tried to rip my head off a couple days ago, and I hadn’t even met Salvatore yet. I don’t think I’d be in any more danger as his student. I’d be able to defend myself without collapsing or destroying stuff.” He was too mature to roll his eyes, but he wanted to. “Plenty of practitioners are also doctors. Dr. Cranston is! I’m just starting a lot later in my training. Anyways, I get the impression Angel is the best at what he does. I want to be the best, too.”

“What about Harvard? Classes are going to be brutal.”

“He’s willing to help me around my classes,” Rael replied, and he shook his head when Jameson looked like he was going to ask another question. “I really want him to teach me.”

Jameson shut his mouth, then rubbed his face. “Sorry. It’s your choice. I’m just worried, and tense after my meeting with Bertram. I shouldn’t be projecting my bad mood.”

“Do you really think it’s one of the Lauders?” Rael stood and went to stand in front of Jameson, who reached out and pulled them together, and Rael flushed happily when strong arms wrapped around his waist. He slid his hands up Jameson’s chest, reveling in the warm, hard muscles under his fingers.

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