Nocticadia

by Keri Lake

he looked like an ominous shadow moving through the lecture hall with the kind of lethal grace that had undoubtedly obliterated a few hearts.

Calling her beautiful was like calling the sun lukewarm. She’d blazed like the hottest part of a flame in that dress. And fuck me, I’d felt the heat.

“My grouchy nature serves a purpose, Miss Vespertine.

Unfortunately, you seem to have some inexplicable resistance.”