“You aren’t practised with it like Elijah is.” His lips crooked into an amused half-grin. “And thank all the levels of hell for that.”
“It sounds super illegal.” She pulled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees. “That makes five of you: Theo, Moses, Easton, Sato, and Reed.”
“Sato, hm?” His head tipped to the side, golden tendrils of hair escaping the way he had knotted them at the back of his head, curving down around his face. “That’s new.”
“He told me.” She reached out to him with her foot, nudging his thigh with her toes, drawing a small smirk onto his face to chase away the look of arrogant inquisition that had taken over his features.
“Just like that?” Cian asked. “Didn’t ask for anything in return?”
He was regarding her like he knew.
Maybe Kilian and Theodore had already told him, and he was just pretending to hear it for the first time.
“Why don’t you check your group texts?” she suggested, pushing him with her toes again. “I bet they told you all about it.”
This time, he grabbed her foot, trapping it against the bed. “The content of the group texts got a little explicit last night. I don’t think you want to see that.”
“Explicit?” She blinked at him, her mind racing. “How? What do you mean?” She felt the urge before it really blossomed into her mind as an idea, and Cian stiffened as soon as he read the intention on her face.
“Isobel, don’t—”
“Tell me,” she said.
He groaned. “You’re going to pay for that.” He shook his head, closing his eyes as though he was fighting against something, but then he fixed her with a serious look. “Mikki ended things with his girlfriend. Recorded her fucking herself with a wine bottle as she begged him to hurt her … just to keep her under his thumb. He didn’t send us the recording, but he explained what happened after—oh for fuck’s sake, Carter, don’t make me say this—”
“Stop,” she squeaked, blinking at him in astonishment. “Wow. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting that.”
He shook his head, but there was a tight smile tugging his mouth. “Impossible,” he muttered. And then his head snapped up again, attention narrowing on her chest. “Why are you getting side effects? Especially after last night? Shouldn’t you be more settled?”
She shrugged. “Isn’t Easton’s girlfriend an official? You don’t have to tell me.”
He chuckled, slipping off the bed. “Tilda is an official—our eyes and ears inside the control room. That means she’s a human. She’s a bit obsessed with Mikki. Practically stalked him before he was posted here as a professor, but she’s ashamed of their relationship because he’s Gifted.”
“Why would she ask him to hurt her? Why would she … ah, I mean, the thing with the wine bottle?”
Cian shook his head, his expression melting into amusement. “That’s Mikki’s business. How do you feel now?”
He was looking at her chest, where the glow from the gemstone was no longer peeking through her shirt.
“Honestly?” She frowned. “I don’t feel any different. Shouldn’t I be able to feel these powers? Do you know what it feels like when Elijah uses his hypnosis?”
“He doesn’t use it.” Cian stood up from the bed, leaning over to drag her up beside him. “Also not my story to tell. Kilian went to Dorm O to grab you some clothes. He should be back any minute. Want some more toast?”
It was Sunday, so she didn’t have any classes, but that didn’t mean she had a clear day ahead of her. She shook her head. “I’ll grab breakfast after practice. I’m already late.”
“All right then.” He stood over her, glancing at the way Theodore’s shirt threatened to fall off her shoulder. “Just a heads-up … you aren’t going back to Dorm O. Not today, not next week, not ever. Kilian is bringing back the essentials. You can keep them in his room until the end of term.”
“I can’t just—”
He ducked down, kissing an inch from the side of her mouth, shocking her into stillness and silence.
“This isn’t a negotiation.” He lowered his voice to a purr that rumbled through her, making her sway closer to him.
“It should be,” she managed.
“You’re right.” He smiled. “It should be. But it isn’t. Eve—and every single one of her pathetic, spineless little cronies—are dead idiots walking, but that doesn’t mean we can take them out on live television. So until we can think of a way to get her permanently expelled, you can’t be alone.”
“You guys don’t even want the bond,” she snapped, completely aware that she was angry at Eve, not Cian … but she couldn’t stop the temper from flaring in her voice. “What does it matter—”
The asshole kissed her again. His lips pressed to the other side of her mouth, not actually touching her lips, drifting down until his teeth nipped at her jaw. “Aren’t we friends?” he rumbled, his nose to her cheek, his sapphire eyes hidden from her view. “Do you enjoy seeing your friends almost murdered?”
“I wouldn’t try to control their lives,” she squeaked, her voice thin and wobbly. Why did he keep doing that?
Cian was always flirting, always teasing her, but he was acting … almost sweet and sensual. Not like himself.
“If you die, we’ll be hit with everything you’re holding back,” he said lowly. “Theo and Moses will feel the full force of being ripped from their mate and they’ll probably lose their shit. Then we’re all fucked. And whoever happens to be around them when it happens will be dead. And I don’t even want to think about who Oscar will kill if someone breaks his to—” He cut himself off, inching back to stare at her as he tried to cover up what he had been about to say.
“Toy?” she deadpanned.
“I meant mate.” He gave her a stern look. “And I …” He chewed his perfect, sinuously curved lip, looking her steadily in the eyes. “You’re a sweet girl, Illy. You’re soft and kind, but stubborn and loyal, and I like having you around. I can’t stand the thought of someone like you being hurt. Again. It doesn’t have anything to do with the bond.”
“Thank you?” She swallowed, wondering how to react. Should she compliment him? The first thing that flashed into her mind was how amazing his new ink looked against his beautiful, golden skin. Maybe that wasn’t appropriate.
His eyes dipped to her mouth again, and he groaned. “You’re welcome. Why the fuck do you smell so good this morning?”
“It’s Sato and Kilian.”
He laughed huskily. “No, it’s not. I should go. I’m late for group session.”
“You guys have group session on the weekend too?” she asked, surprised.
“Yeah. It’s three times as long.”
He collected the plate he had dropped on the way in and yanked open the door, leaving her to ponder his words as she touched her newest gemstone.
There was room for more.
There was room for eight more.
Eventually, she could get Theodore and Moses’ ability. She needed to make sure she was ready for that. She needed to make sure she wasn’t on camera for that.