Page 192 of Obsidian and Frost

I was even dressed down in a midnight-black off-the-shoulder top and a pair of fitted violet jeans, my usual black leather get-up stowed in my dorm closet.

As I awaited Kelsana’s arrival, I looked over the most recent messages that had been sent in the Group Chat with my men.

Cassius:Enjoy your social engagement with your reformed friend.

Lazriel:Reforming. Keep it accurate, Cas.

Cassius:You are well aware that I am all about accuracy, wild one.

Sylas:My, my. Was that an attempt at an innuendo, Immortal? Or is it Immortal Hunk now? Lazriel, want to weigh in?

Lazriel:Hey! How do you know I called him that?

Sylas:You were groaning it in your sleep.

Lazriel:Shit.

Sylas:It was just as shocking hearing it, believe me.

I rolled my eyes.

Velra:This is not what you promised me about class.

Sylas:Best he gets it out of his system.

Cassius:He is not the only one. My first class, you walked in eating his face and grinding all over him. In front of everyone, making quite the spectacle.

Velra:You did what, Sylas?

Sylas:Aww, want a taste of that with the next class you and I share? Weaving & Shadow Architecture sound good?

Cassius:She is a conscientious student. Don’t sully that for her.

Sylas:Yes, Professor. Would you like me to kneel at your feet and open wide too?

Lazriel:Shit, that image is gonna be engraved on my mind for hours now.

Cassius:Rest assured that it will not transpire in reality, so you may remove it from your thoughts and fantasies.

Lazriel:Right. Sylas doesn’t kneel. Not even for pleasure.

Sylas:Since we connected, I have been more accommodating than ever before.

Velra:We know you have. He’s just messing with you.

Lazriel:I am. You’ve been the best.

Lazriel:And filthiest.

Cassius:These text discussions are certainly bracing.

I chuckled to myself.

Velra:Get to class. Have a good one.

Cassius:You too, little shadow.

Lazriel:See you right after?