Chapter Thirteen
NOAH
Grace was half-werewolf, half-angel—something unheard of. Celestials didn’t mingle with the other races in this world. They lived in their floating cities and were rarely seen. Why wasn’t Grace residing in the Cloud City? Where were her parents? He had heard about the headmaster losing his son, but no one talked about his mate and the fact that he had left a child orphan. Not just any child, a hybrid like Noah.
They only had the werewolf part in common. Noah had no idea of what sort of powers an angel hybrid would have. He had to confess that he was eager to know more about Grace’s origins. Bombarding her with questions seemed rude. Therefore, he was holding on until they were alone and willing to share stories about their origins. His story wasn’t enjoyable to tell, but he had to share something with her if he hoped to know more about her.
“Noah, you’re late.”
Grace’s protest reached his ears, and the butterflies in his stomach reacted to the soft and girly protest in her tone of voice. He often responded adversely when other women tried to use that tone on him to manipulate him into doing what they wanted.
On Grace, that tone of voice sounded beyond sexy and anything but manipulative.
He closed his eyes and pretended not to hear her.
“Noah!” Her voice sent shivers down his spine.
“I’m not going,” he said.
“Yes, you are. We’re watching a movie tonight with the rest of the students. It’s movie night, and you can’t miss it.”
He sensed her presence in front of him. Opening his eyes, he saw her pouting lips.
Noah smirked. “Are you pouting?”
“Maybe.”
“You have plenty of friends downstairs. You don’t need me.”
Grace huffed and crossed her arms. “You’re so annoying.”
“I’m annoying?”
“You make it sound as if I’m always pestering you. I understand that you’re a bit anti-social, but you’re not living alone anymore. Now, you have plenty of people to keep you company and...”
She didn’t’ finish her sentence because Noah got up, grabbed her arms, and seated her on the couch.
“Here, sit beside me and read a book in silence.” He sat back and gave her one of the books on the coffee table.
Grace put the book aside. “You’re not coming?”
Noah remained silent, staring at her.
“I made the popcorn.”
“Your academy has too many extra-curricular activities. How are the teachers supposed to have a private life like this?”
She frowned. “What do you mean? Would you rather go out for drinks and flirt with women?”
Noah blinked at her question. “What?”
“Friday nights are reserved for that. If that’s what you’re missing,” she muttered.
“I’m not following.”
Sighing deeply, she indulged in an explanation. “The guys go out on Friday nights to see their girlfriends, hang out in a pub, and hook up with strangers.”
Grace got up, and Noah caught her arm. “What do you do on Friday nights?”