Page 83 of Echoes of the Banshee

Soon, I tell my body. I’ll find him soon.

I force myself to climb from bed and run to Combat, pushing myself harder than necessary to try and hide the arousal still coursing through my veins.

I don’t wait for Zair and Mavrik as I take a cold shower and head to breakfast, piling a plate overflowing with pancakes. Carbs fix everything.

“Benson!” I call through a mouthful as the goblin in question passes my table. He waves off the other two guys he was walking with and takes a seat across from me, setting down his tray with a quiche on it. I eye it hungrily.

“That looks good.”

He looks down at his eggs then at my pancakes.

“Split?” he offers.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I take another large bite of pancakes leaving him with a little less than half the stack. He pushes his quiche to me and I steal his fork. He raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t want syrup in my eggs.”

I’m already halfway through his breakfast when he grabs my used fork and chuckles deeply.

Oh god, that chuckle.

He takes a bite, licking the fork clean and suddenly my stomach is in knots. Is the quiche bad? He takes another bite and my eyes can’t leave his tongue.

What the hell?

Forcing myself to look away I take another bite that now taste like ash. The heat low in my stomach pooling.

Lazlo couldn’t be a goblin, right?

No, he’s technically a witch, able to cast.

So why did I dream of Benson? Like that?

“I’m done,” I announce and shove his food at him, I’m out of the booth and on my way to calculus so fast I’m more than twenty minutes early. I press my forehead to the cool desk.

Okay. Benson is definitely not Lazlo.

I’m just horny. It’s normal.

Something prickles along my neck and I jerk upright.

“You okay, little firefly?” Mavrik asks as he takes his seat. His shadow slides down my arm, giving me goosebumps.

Okay. Something is going on with me.

“I—I can’t train tonight,” I spit out. No way am I being alone with anyone.

His face falls.

“Oh, okay. Make sure you let off some… pressure.”

“Pressure?” My face heats and he tilts his head. How does he know I need to do that?

“You haven’t released any all week in Misfits.”

My magic, he means my magic. I let out a slow breath and nod as he shakes his head. Yes, I’m not going to be alone with anyone today. I take off in a hurry to avoid seeing Benson before class. Halfway to English Reuben calls after me and I step off the path to wait for him.

“What can I do for you, Reuben?” I ask with a smile, putting my arms behind my back.