not to have made an appearance on the course’s curriculum.
The truce between the shifters and the humans who surrounded their lands consisted largely of an agreement to keep things permanently secret. Cornwall’s human residents knew that the shifters had their best interests at heart and would protect them from any threat—well, most of them, anyhow. And the shifters knew that modern society would have a difficult time accepting them into the fold. Becoming undetectable had all but become an art form.
Lily had worked for an hour or so at highlighting important notes when a knock sounded: three gentle thuds on the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and her inner instincts leapt before her human ones did, telling her to be wary.
“Who is it?” she said as she approached the door.
“If I tell you that, you’ll be confused,” said the voice. “So I’ll just say ‘someone you’ve begun to know.’”
Lily looked through the peephole and to her surprise saw the handsome, thick-haired, square-jawed, perfect young man from history class.
She quickly glanced in the mirror on the wall, straightening her hair. There wasn’t much to be done about her face or clothes without giving him the satisfaction of knowing she’d done so on his account.
“One second,” she said before opening the door, which she did with a deliberate slowness in order to seem less than eager.
“Hello, Lilliana,” his low voice let out, brushing the air with a velvety texture which seemed to caress Lily herself.
“It’s you,” she said, unable to come up with anything more clever.
“Yes, as you knew perfectly well. I saw you glance through the wee hole in your door, you see.”
Lily felt herself blush, angry at her human body for showing evidence of any embarrassment.
“What are you doing here?” she asked irritably, more annoyed with herself than with him. “I mean, I don’t even know your name.” This last sentence filled her with a temporary satisfaction. At least she could pretend to be uninterested in him.
“I missed class today.” His eyes scanned the flat. He’d seen it before in his mind, but now all was clear; hardwood floors, French doors, tall windows which allowed natural light to flow in. Perfection for such a lovely woman.
“I noticed,” she stammered as she watched his eyes take in everything but her. Was he casing the joint for an intended robbery? If so, he’d be sorely disappointed to find nothing of value. “I mean, the professor noticed. Where were you?”
“I had some family business to attend to,” he replied vaguely. She couldn’t discern whether he was lying or not; the statement had been as unreadable as everything else about him.
“I hope it was nothing serious,” Lily said, slightly remorseful about her tone. “But I have to ask—how did you get my address?” She’d been so secretive, private, in an attempt to protect her identity and to shield herself from close bonds with people she’d only have to leave.
“Oh, that. I have my ways,” he said, smiling, a sly glint in his handsome eyes.
“You’re fortunate to be so good-looking or that would’ve come off as entirely stalker-creepy,” said Lily, basking in the awareness that she still hadn’t invited him in.
“So, you find me attractive?” he asked, finally looking her in the eye.
“I didn’t say that. Good-looking and attractive are not necessarily one and the same. Let’s say that I see why other young ladies might enjoy looking at you.”
“And you? Do you enjoy it?” It seemed with this question as though he leaned forward, his body easing towards hers.
“I’m not like other young ladies.”
Finally Lily relinquished a little control and backed away from the door to let him pass. There was after all nothing this man could do that would hurt her; the dragon inside her could take him down in seconds if he tried anything untoward.
“Like I said, I don’t know your name,” she said as he walked