Cursed by the Fountain of Youth

Chapter 30

Fae stepped back into her dorm room. Morgan was nowhere to be seen.

Fae sat down at her desk and pulled out a stack of assignments. Hours later, she was nearly done. She glanced up at the clock. 11:39 PM. Where was Morgan?

She probably met up with a boy. If Morgan was anything, she was predictably boy-crazed. She'd just better be safe. Some of the boys on campus didn't play nice.

Fae texted Nick. I got nearly all my work done. I'm dead tired, so I'll finish the rest tomorrow.

His return text came seconds later. Good night, Princess. I'll see you in the morning. Love you.

Love you, too, she replied with a smile.

The next morning Morgan still hadn't gotten back.

Fae sent off a text to check in on her. Are you okay? You didn't come back to the room last night.

Her text came several minutes later. Spent the night with a boy named Theon. I'll give you details later.

Theon? Who was Theon? And she slept with him already? Even Morgan wasn't usually that quick to hop in bed with someone. Theon must be something special.

Fae showered and took her time with her makeup. She wanted to make an impression on Nick when she walked into class. They'd agreed to play it cool. Nick didn't want any trouble for her, and being engaged to the professor might make the administration think he could possibly be showing favoritism. She just had to get through this semester, and then she'd be done with this school.

Conall had worked fast with Harvard. She was already admitted and ready to start class next semester. She wouldn't have to worry about squeezing into their dorms, she'd be living off-campus—with her husband. That freaked her out just thinking about it. She and Nick still had to find a place, but that should be easy enough. Fae had discovered something not completely surprising.

Nick was loaded.

His father had been the CEO of some big international corporation. And when he and his wife died, they left Nick and Becca with equal shares of tens of millions of dollars. Fae knew she should be ecstatic about it, but truly it made her feel less than adequate. She had nothing to contribute but the clothes on her back.

Of course, she provided eternal life to him and his sister. So maybe it did balance out.

Fae walked down the familiar hallway to her Criminology class and got a lump in her throat. She'd only been there one semester, but she felt nostalgic. This would be the last time she walked through this hall. Stepping over to the vending machine, she got her daily Coke.

Nick's eyes rose to her as she walked into class. A hint of a smile lit his face, but he kept his composure—just like he said he would. The two agents melted into the background.

Fae sat at her desk, took a long drink of the fizzy cola, set it at the edge of her desk, and took out her notebook.

"Well, class," Nick said. "I have to say you've made this semester much better than I expected. I'm truly impressed by the caliber of students this college has. I swear Harvard has nothing on you."

A figure brushed by her desk, knocking a paper of hers on the floor. She leaned down as he mumbled an, "Excuse me."

Fae wondered briefly if Nick were reading her thoughts. No. Probably not. He said he'd gotten much better at blocking her, and he'd probably find it too distracting during a lecture to listen to her idle thoughts.