Chapter 37

ALEXANDROS S tudents scurry across the quad like ants swarming on candy as I stare out the window of my office. It is the second straight day of clear skies after a week of rain, and the sun is shining brightly. It would be like any other summer day, except that it is the middle of autumn. The students are taking full advantage. After each class lets out, the quad fills up anew in case the rain starts again at any second. Which could happen—such is the unpredictability of the weather lately. Except the rain will not start again any time soon, because Ophelia Hart is deliriously happy. I know this because not only is her bond with Axl so strong that I feel her in his head, I have also had to endure listening to her have orgasm after orgasm over the past two days. The ground tremors that seem to accompany her every climax have become less pronounced, but the frequency of the seismic activity will end up swallowing this whole goddamn campus if she does not find a way to get a handle on he