Shalini was pleased with the message that all was well and even more with the messages she received from Tork on how well she commanded the situation. They did come out with a few broken limbs and some serious cuts but nothing that wouldn’t heal over time or couldn’t be healed immediately. At least they were all alive.
She was pleased to be waking up next to an increasingly interesting man: Lynton. He was 150 years her junior but still amazing. He had a heart bigger than anyone she knew—and at such a young age, she thought. It even took her a while to finally encompass that amount of care for all things good in the realm, yet he did it so effortlessly. She was impressed. He was only just waking up, and she was ready to bathe.
It took some coaxing, but she forced him into the tub and finally got him awake after getting some pants on him. He definitely wasn’t a morning person—not that she minded; she could just leave him in bed next time. But today, she wanted him to watch her work.
“So you just want me to sit and watch you teach?”
“Yes. I might have use of you. Besides, they’re children, and they’re already speculating about who you are. I am sure you remember such times in school right around the time you stopped thinking girls were gross,” she said with a laugh.
“Okay. I can understand that.”
“So how is the brother?”
“Probably just reaching the Archives. Or at least the mountain of the Archives.”
“Your brother?”
“Yes. Going into seclusion. Says he’s hunting for something and he won’t leave until he finds it.”
“I’m shocked he can even read.”
“Now that’s not necessary.” Lynton was joking; she could tell. So was she. But on a certain level, she was still surprised. The man she almost killed didn’t seem like the type to be that devoted to finding anything. She figured that looks can be deceiving.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was up to something.”
“Neither would I, but he’ll be surrounded by so much knowledge. It will be next to impossible for him to not find some good things.”
“This is true. You’ll have to tell me more about you. All we’ve done is indecent things since you got here.”
“And whose fault is that? I am the child. You are taking advantage of me.”
“Only a child could come up with something as ridiculous as that.”
“Ah, so you do see me as a child. Isn’t there some law against sexually defiling boys?”
Shalini laughed. Lynton’s twisted sense of humour would never cease to amaze her.
“So how old are the students in your class?”
“Eleven.”
The two of them were now walking through the grounds to her class. Many eyes were on the two of them. Though it had only been a few weeks, it had been much, much longer since she had taken anyone seriously. Lynton, she noticed, seemed completely oblivious to the fact of the odd pairing. For someone of her stature to be with a twenty-one year old—a young buck, so to speak—would raise eyebrows. But still, there was something in him, Shalini thought. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew keeping him was the right thing to do. And she was getting some seriously good fucking out of the deal, so why not?
“I would’ve hated to have you as my first-year teacher, but then again, my father wasn’t exactly the easiest.”
“Really?”
“I’ll explain later.”
“Good morning, Teacher Vardon.” Her class had taken to chiming their greeting before she had a chance to greet them. It was a little game they played, but Lynton had her distracted.
“Free pastries for us tomorrow!” shouted one of the students. Shalini just glared at Lynton, who quietly took an unassuming seat in the back of the class—or so he thought. All eyes were on him, which made Shalini smile. As famous as she was, all it took was one attractive male to garner the attention of her class.
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