to keep it that way. “You’re really nervous about this, aren’t you?”
Lucy glares at me. “You don’t get it. Math is my own personal hell. Calculus might as well be a lost language nobody can decipher.” She huffs. “I hate being stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. Seventy-five percent of the population doesn’t get high-level math either. I think that makes you normal.” Unlike your strange roommate who believes dream guys exist.
The whine of a band saw carries through the cold air, and hammering echoes. A dorm is being renovated, and I glance over at it.
“Really?”
A black Jeep pulls up and stops. “Yes, really.” My words come out automatically because I’m focused on the vehicle as if it’s hypnotized me. My tattoo is most definitely throbbing now, and when the car door opens, I gasp at the large man who climbs out. I stop in my tracks. It’s him.
My roommate asks, “What are you doing?”
“I know that guy.”
“We don’t have time for this.” Lucy’s grip on my arm is so tight, it might leave a mark as she yanks at me.
I glance at her. She’s right. Professor Gum is known for punishing students who are late. I let her lead me toward the lecture hall as I glance over my shoulder. Dream guy, I’ll be back later. Because the tattoo woman was right. You are real.
Chapter 14
I sabelle
I can’t get Luke Robichaux out of my head. I crave his body more than I crave the thrill of a fresh hookup. The very idea that I might be falling for him strikes fear in my heart. The last thing I want is to be influenced by something as ridiculous as love. The only person who will get that sort of power over me will be my true mate, and it’s not Luke Robichaux.
I toss a sweater over my shoulder, and it lands on the floor behind me with a soft thump. A light rap on my door makes me growl out, “Come in.” I know it’s Tristan by the sound of his chuckle.
“Cranky doesn’t suit you.”
“Yeah? How about full-blown bitchy?” I shove the drawer in the bureau shut, and the wooden furniture shudders as it slams. “When we finally have money again, I’m going to have a decent wardrobe.”
“I’m sure my Annie would lend you something.”
“ Your Annie?” Of course I knew that, because even the deaf could have heard their mating this morning. My toes curl as the recollection of my own screaming last night floods my brain. I hold my head and close my eyes as if I can squeeze all traces of Luke from memory. I let out a roar.
“Whoa. What’s wrong, Izzy?” Tristan’s large hands land on my shoulders, and I open my eyes to his concerned face.
“I’m going to Kick It with Carly to meet with Ian about a job, and I haven’t got anything suitable to wear.” Kick It is a martial arts studio that caters to werebear while maintaining a front for the human population.
My brother squints at me. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?”
My pulse quickens. No way can I tell Tristan I’m struggling with my attraction for Luke. “How do you know when you’ve met your true mate?”
“Are you jealous of me and Annie?”
Maybe, but that’s not my problem. “No. More like curious.” I force out a laugh. “I want to be that happy someday.” I pull out my favorite long-sleeved T-shirt and decide that it’s dressed up enough for a gym.
“It’s like you’d expect.” Tristan picks up the sweater I threw earlier and begins to fold it. “The person invades your every thought, and you don’t mind. You want to be with them even if you just said goodbye.” He sets the garment on the bed and reaches for another. His eyes sparkle. He pauses as if he’s remembering something. “You find yourself wanting to do little things for them to see a smile.” My brother grins. “And the moment after you’ve said goodbye, you begin to count the minutes until you’ll see them again.”
He’s just described what I would imagine is his idea of hell. But when Tristan rakes his
Lucy glares at me. “You don’t get it. Math is my own personal hell. Calculus might as well be a lost language nobody can decipher.” She huffs. “I hate being stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. Seventy-five percent of the population doesn’t get high-level math either. I think that makes you normal.” Unlike your strange roommate who believes dream guys exist.
The whine of a band saw carries through the cold air, and hammering echoes. A dorm is being renovated, and I glance over at it.
“Really?”
A black Jeep pulls up and stops. “Yes, really.” My words come out automatically because I’m focused on the vehicle as if it’s hypnotized me. My tattoo is most definitely throbbing now, and when the car door opens, I gasp at the large man who climbs out. I stop in my tracks. It’s him.
My roommate asks, “What are you doing?”
“I know that guy.”
“We don’t have time for this.” Lucy’s grip on my arm is so tight, it might leave a mark as she yanks at me.
I glance at her. She’s right. Professor Gum is known for punishing students who are late. I let her lead me toward the lecture hall as I glance over my shoulder. Dream guy, I’ll be back later. Because the tattoo woman was right. You are real.
Chapter 14
I sabelle
I can’t get Luke Robichaux out of my head. I crave his body more than I crave the thrill of a fresh hookup. The very idea that I might be falling for him strikes fear in my heart. The last thing I want is to be influenced by something as ridiculous as love. The only person who will get that sort of power over me will be my true mate, and it’s not Luke Robichaux.
I toss a sweater over my shoulder, and it lands on the floor behind me with a soft thump. A light rap on my door makes me growl out, “Come in.” I know it’s Tristan by the sound of his chuckle.
“Cranky doesn’t suit you.”
“Yeah? How about full-blown bitchy?” I shove the drawer in the bureau shut, and the wooden furniture shudders as it slams. “When we finally have money again, I’m going to have a decent wardrobe.”
“I’m sure my Annie would lend you something.”
“ Your Annie?” Of course I knew that, because even the deaf could have heard their mating this morning. My toes curl as the recollection of my own screaming last night floods my brain. I hold my head and close my eyes as if I can squeeze all traces of Luke from memory. I let out a roar.
“Whoa. What’s wrong, Izzy?” Tristan’s large hands land on my shoulders, and I open my eyes to his concerned face.
“I’m going to Kick It with Carly to meet with Ian about a job, and I haven’t got anything suitable to wear.” Kick It is a martial arts studio that caters to werebear while maintaining a front for the human population.
My brother squints at me. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?”
My pulse quickens. No way can I tell Tristan I’m struggling with my attraction for Luke. “How do you know when you’ve met your true mate?”
“Are you jealous of me and Annie?”
Maybe, but that’s not my problem. “No. More like curious.” I force out a laugh. “I want to be that happy someday.” I pull out my favorite long-sleeved T-shirt and decide that it’s dressed up enough for a gym.
“It’s like you’d expect.” Tristan picks up the sweater I threw earlier and begins to fold it. “The person invades your every thought, and you don’t mind. You want to be with them even if you just said goodbye.” He sets the garment on the bed and reaches for another. His eyes sparkle. He pauses as if he’s remembering something. “You find yourself wanting to do little things for them to see a smile.” My brother grins. “And the moment after you’ve said goodbye, you begin to count the minutes until you’ll see them again.”
He’s just described what I would imagine is his idea of hell. But when Tristan rakes his
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