Part 5
Enya studied the card the assassin had given her, debating on whether or not it was too early to call and see if the deed was done. She stared at the report she was trying to write, but was too distracted. Illyria's irritating dance music wasn't helping.
"What? You have an expression." Illyria looked up from the issue of *Glamour* magazine she was reading.
How to explain this...
"I'm expecting someone. Can you not be here in half an hour or so?"
"Company?"
Enya scowled with annoyance. After her biology class that morning her tutor had asked her if she wouldn't mind helping out a late starter to the course. After asking why her and not one of the TAs, she had been told because her work was excellent and a happy rush had made her agree. Now she was wondering if she regretted it.
"It's only a study thing," she said hotly.
"Whatever you say," Illyria said, reaching for her purse and shutting off her stereo. "Good luck."
Enya ignored the smirk. As soon as Illyria was gone she had a quick shower, dried her hair and changed her outfit. She was considering on some makeup, then caught herself. This was only *some guy* just coming over to get some biology notes. That was *all*. She didn't want anything happening. That was what she told herself, anyway.
Her notes were all ready all she needed to do was explain them and that was that.
She drew in a sharp breath when she heard a knocking on the door. ~This is it~ she thought. Forcing a smile she answered. The guy who stood there was typically irritatingly gorgeous. Tall, blond haired and blue eyed, muscular, built like a high school football jock, dressed in a letterman jacket, jeans and an Oasis T-shirt.
"Hi, I'm Morpheus Blackwood, I was told to meet with a Enya Keller about biology notes?"
To Enya it still seemed like a high school scenario, the jock needed the nerd to help him pass. But she was careful not to say anything.
"Um, yeah. I'm Enya," she said, then gestured. She was almost two years out of practice in this area. "Why don't you come in?"
* * *
Illyria had to force herself to stay calm as she headed over to the campus coffee house. Lizette and Amara were there snuggled together on the couch. A table of frat boys near by were drooling longingly over the two girls.
Illyria ignored the leers and snide remarks as she joined her friends.
"I thought you were staying in tonight." Lizette said, untangling herself from Amara.
"I was," Illyria said, she grinned. "But it seems like our soulmate spell might be working after all."
Lizette's dark eyes narrowed. "What soulmate spell?"
Amara pulled her close. "We did the soulmate spell for Illyria's obnoxious roommate, who desperately needs a life."
"Oh. And it's working?"
Illyria grinned again. "She claims it's just a study date." Hopefully the little study date would turn into hot sex and a soulmate connection.
* * *
Morpheus sighed, wondering why he'd decided to bother with the whole study thing after all. Especially since studying was all the girl seemed to be interested in. It was kind of annoying.
"I think I've got all the information I need now, thanks." He was also getting the impression she'd be much more comfortable when he was gone. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was extraordinarily beautiful. Her pale skin seemed to call to him - warm me, caresse me - yet whenever he got close to her, she always had an excuse to get away from him.
"Um, okay, if you need anything else, you have my number." She smiled and showed him to the door, Morpheus went out, then sighed hugely.
A girl with pink hair who looked like she belonged in some kick ass chick band was loitering near by. She was dressed in a tight red leather top showing off her large breasts, had tattoos all down her arms, short skirt showing off long legs. She was eying him curiously.
"Can I help you?" Normally he did whatever he could to avoid this type of girl.
"Perhaps," she said, her smile teasing. //You lamia? I heard Blackwood.//
Morpheus smiled, hearing the telepathic voice in his head. Not many people recognised his family's name, normally he got confused with Blackthorn. //Yeah,// he answered. "Morpheus."
"Isabelle. I have a proposition for you."
* * *
Enya studied the card the assassin had given her, debating on whether or not it was too early to call and see if the deed was done. She stared at the report she was trying to write, but was too distracted. Illyria's irritating dance music wasn't helping.
"What? You have an expression." Illyria looked up from the issue of *Glamour* magazine she was reading.
How to explain this...
"I'm expecting someone. Can you not be here in half an hour or so?"
"Company?"
Enya scowled with annoyance. After her biology class that morning her tutor had asked her if she wouldn't mind helping out a late starter to the course. After asking why her and not one of the TAs, she had been told because her work was excellent and a happy rush had made her agree. Now she was wondering if she regretted it.
"It's only a study thing," she said hotly.
"Whatever you say," Illyria said, reaching for her purse and shutting off her stereo. "Good luck."
Enya ignored the smirk. As soon as Illyria was gone she had a quick shower, dried her hair and changed her outfit. She was considering on some makeup, then caught herself. This was only *some guy* just coming over to get some biology notes. That was *all*. She didn't want anything happening. That was what she told herself, anyway.
Her notes were all ready all she needed to do was explain them and that was that.
She drew in a sharp breath when she heard a knocking on the door. ~This is it~ she thought. Forcing a smile she answered. The guy who stood there was typically irritatingly gorgeous. Tall, blond haired and blue eyed, muscular, built like a high school football jock, dressed in a letterman jacket, jeans and an Oasis T-shirt.
"Hi, I'm Morpheus Blackwood, I was told to meet with a Enya Keller about biology notes?"
To Enya it still seemed like a high school scenario, the jock needed the nerd to help him pass. But she was careful not to say anything.
"Um, yeah. I'm Enya," she said, then gestured. She was almost two years out of practice in this area. "Why don't you come in?"
* * *
Illyria had to force herself to stay calm as she headed over to the campus coffee house. Lizette and Amara were there snuggled together on the couch. A table of frat boys near by were drooling longingly over the two girls.
Illyria ignored the leers and snide remarks as she joined her friends.
"I thought you were staying in tonight." Lizette said, untangling herself from Amara.
"I was," Illyria said, she grinned. "But it seems like our soulmate spell might be working after all."
Lizette's dark eyes narrowed. "What soulmate spell?"
Amara pulled her close. "We did the soulmate spell for Illyria's obnoxious roommate, who desperately needs a life."
"Oh. And it's working?"
Illyria grinned again. "She claims it's just a study date." Hopefully the little study date would turn into hot sex and a soulmate connection.
* * *
Morpheus sighed, wondering why he'd decided to bother with the whole study thing after all. Especially since studying was all the girl seemed to be interested in. It was kind of annoying.
"I think I've got all the information I need now, thanks." He was also getting the impression she'd be much more comfortable when he was gone. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was extraordinarily beautiful. Her pale skin seemed to call to him - warm me, caresse me - yet whenever he got close to her, she always had an excuse to get away from him.
"Um, okay, if you need anything else, you have my number." She smiled and showed him to the door, Morpheus went out, then sighed hugely.
A girl with pink hair who looked like she belonged in some kick ass chick band was loitering near by. She was dressed in a tight red leather top showing off her large breasts, had tattoos all down her arms, short skirt showing off long legs. She was eying him curiously.
"Can I help you?" Normally he did whatever he could to avoid this type of girl.
"Perhaps," she said, her smile teasing. //You lamia? I heard Blackwood.//
Morpheus smiled, hearing the telepathic voice in his head. Not many people recognised his family's name, normally he got confused with Blackthorn. //Yeah,// he answered. "Morpheus."
"Isabelle. I have a proposition for you."
* * *