Vespa“Vespa, look!” Ria grabbed my arm. “Those guys are smokin’ hot. I almost passed out at the airport when they helped you. You owe them big time.”“Helped me?” I turned to her. “What are you talking about?”“You fainted, remember?” she said. “One of them caught you before you hit the floor.”Great.So not only did they witness the worst moment of my life, one of them literally caught me while I collapsed in front of half the airport.Perfect.“Oh absolutely,” I said dryly. “Maybe I should find some expensive oils, wash their feet, and fan them dry with my hair. That should cover my gratitude.”The smell of hot asphalt drifted across the courtyard as the first bus pulled up beside the curb, its engine rumbling through the pavement.Ria leaned against the table, chewing her gum loudly.“Don’t screw this up,” I muttered, stacking the registration forms into neat piles. “The dean is already watching us like a hawk. One hundred new werewolf students and exactly four people handling the
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