Blood Spell Season 2: Episode 11

A Problem and a Plan

November blustered onto campus with winter in the wind. Halloween night had been chilly, but the first week of November was downright frigid. Snow dusted the ground as Ava and I walked the now-familiar path to our potions class. We were bundled up in cozy coats over our uniforms with mittens on our hands. And we’d traded our knee socks for fleece tights.

I still felt dizzy from Halloween night. The drinks, the drama, the . . . orgasm. Evren and I had kept our distance the last week—as was our way. Both of us had a healthy backlog of trust issues, and every moment of vulnerability meant a thousand more moments of distance, defenses and avoiding each other.

Or at least that was how I read into his detachment. Because it was exactly what mine meant.