Chapter 35 : Playing Both Fields

I stared at the dean of the university like I had seen a ghost.

Wrinkled face. Potbelly. A face only a mother could love.

Edgar.

I never liked the man. He thought of himself too highly and enjoyed making others squirm. I oculi break the man with the snap of my finger but I knew I had to play nice. I was not in a place where I could act out.

I hated it.

But his time would come soon enough.

"Rescue me?" I said, tilting my head sideways.

"But of course." He set his mug down. "She was so worried about you. She thought that you were dead."

"What are you talking about, Edgar?"

"Who else would have the idiotic inclination to want to care for you? Dawn, clearly. The poor girl was hysterical when she woke up and couldn't find you. We had to sedate her to keep her from harming herself."

I growled. "Where is she?"

If he had harmed a single hair on her head, treaty or not, I would rip his heart out of his chest and feed it to him. There were few things in this world I