Fire Baptized by Kenya Wright Read Free Book Online

around his chest and flashed another diamond smile.
    I looked him up and down. I can take him. Right?
    But he was a Spriggan, and the first one I’d ever met. I knew that in Pre-Habitat years, Spriggans were the guards of the Fairy’s royal courts. Leaning my head to the side, I figured he weighed maybe eighty pounds. No way. He was probably covered in Fairy glamour and used the magic to hide his true features. Right now, he looked like a short guy in an ugly red suit, but the Fairy glamour could be covering a seven-foot monster with fangs and claws.
    “Well, I guess that’s settled.” I got up from the wall and headed to the Mixbreed-designated bathroom. “I’ll go to the restroom and then we can sit in the library until my next class.”
    Raising his eyebrows, he trailed behind me and stopped when I pushed through the door and stepped in. I strolled by stalls, waiting for the sound of the door closing.
    As soon as I heard it, I bolted for the windows at the end. I got there in no time. They were unlocked, as usual. I used them as one of my many alternate exits on campus. Anytime a Witch bothered me, I always left the building through the window. Thankfully, Shifters on campus never messed with me. No one wanted to deal with MeShack.
    I glanced at my watch. Captain Habitat’s hand was on the twelve. MeShack had a course in Supernatural Cell Regeneration. It ended in fifteen minutes. I pushed the window up. Cool, moist air brushed by, carrying the smell of freshly cut grass. I climbed out, forcing myself not to sing the Captain Habitat theme song.
    Today is a serious mission.
    Five minutes later, I arrived at MeShack’s class and peeked through the glass door. He sat in the third row between two women. His green and brown frat shirt clung to his muscular chest. The brunette on his right watched him from the corner of her eye. Each time he glanced her way, she’d blush, look somewhere else, and scribble in her notebook. A blonde sat on his left. She noticed me looking through the door and waved as if we were best friends.
    I smiled back, not recognizing her, and motioned for her to get MeShack’s attention. She tapped his shoulder and pointed to me. MeShack looked, stuck his middle finger up, and returned his focus to the lecture. Maybe I should have called last night and told him I wasn’t coming home.
    Seconds later, students packed their books. The brunette still gazed at MeShack. He glanced at her again, wrote something down, and put it on her desk. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red.
    You’re such an opportunist, MeShack.
    I glanced at my watch. The professor had lectured three minutes after the set time to end. Tapping my feet nervously, I checked for any sign of Ray.
    Students walked out of the class, but none of them were MeShack. Another minute passed. More students strolled by, some bumping into me as if I didn’t exist. But no MeShack. Even the brunette exited, humming. I glanced back into class and spotted him.
    He remained at his desk, his lips in an angry line.
    It’s ego-stroking time.
    I sighed, entered the class, and bumped into the professor on his way out.
    “Sorry, sir.” I headed toward MeShack.
    MeShack kept his eyes on the wall covered with diagrams of Were-hyena cells during the four shifting stages.
    “Were you with Zulu the whole night?” he asked as if he hadn’t just given the brunette his number—or, better yet—as if we were still together.
    “Yes.” I strolled over to him and sat on the top of his desk. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”
    “Did you sleep with him?” He looked at his hands as they lay on the desk.
    “None of your business.” I tugged at one of his curls with my fingers. He waved my hand away as the curl bounced back to his face.
    “You don’t smell like him.” He focused his hazel eyes on me.
    “Are you sure?” I sniffed at my arms. A low growl came from his throat. I held in a giggle.
    “There was no sex. Just dinner between friends.” I