A chill traveled through my core. The asshole Dragon had bitten me. And Dragons could transmit their virus at any time.
But surely it took longer to incubate? My mind raced. Human viruses could develop damned fast, but I had no idea about shifter ones.
Perfect. Like I needed anything else to worry about. I should ask Cara about this one. Except Marcus was staying with her…
Dammit.
I shivered, and rubbed my fingers over arms covered in goosebumps. The room suddenly felt confining, like a trap rather than a safe haven. The stone walls, the dampness—they couldn’t keep me here. I’d lose my sharding mind. Fuck Fang. I needed to get to the roof, spread my wings, and get the hell out of here—
Sharding? Fuck Fang? Wings?
I blinked, my eyes telling me I stood in the dorm room, while my brain was most definitely seeing the cell where I’d left a certain hostile bastard of a Dragon.
Get the fucking hell out of my head, Dreambitch.
Havoc?
I had the sensation of being shoved away, and the images of the stone cell vanished. But the craving to vacate the premises did not, and my pulse accelerated.
Despite my resolve to tell him to take a hike, I found myself stating,If you run now, they will find you. And you know it.
I do not need anyone to fucking tell me that.The words seethed through my mind, and I swore they left scorch marks.
Then why are you even considering leaving? If you insist on being an idiot, you deserve to get caught.
I. Am. NOT. An. Idiot.This time, the mental shove actually sent me physically reeling across the room, and the link cut off so rapidly it was almost painful.
Swell. Now to top things off, I had a grumpy Dragonprickin my head. Or not in it, depending on his mood. I hadn’t realized that telepathy came with so much drama.
He managed, however, to leave his restlessness behind. The room did feel confining. As I hugged myself, I remembered the rush of air over my wings. As well as Havoc’s huge Dragon, looming protectively over me…
Kiko and Vali breezed in through the door, their arms laden with goodies. One look at my face, and they froze.
“What’s happened now?” Kiko asked.
I grabbed the Satyr by the arm and towed her, along with the delectables, out the door. Vali followed, juggling several meatroll packages.
I headed for open air. “Let’s make this a picnic.”
* * *
Kiko, Vali, and I sat on the ground outside the old arbor and had an early supper.
We weren’t exactly alone. The occasional student—furred and otherwise—popped out along the trail, only to vanish once again once they spotted us. The arbor might seem off the beaten track, but it was obviously a popular spot.
Luckily, we’d claimed it first.
“We could sit on the bench inside,” Kiko pointed out for the third time.
I sighed and finally explained my issue. “I forgot to bring a blanket. Did you, or did you not, screw Scott in there?”
Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Not just Scott,” she confessed.
“It’s a lovely afternoon to sit on the grass,” I said.
She glanced around. “Well, actually—”
I stared at her. “Is there anywhere you haven’t screwed a guy?”
