“Okay, this Wren person?” Abigail leaned back on the couch, folding her arms. “She sounds like an utter bitch.”
“I cannot say I object to the notion of her getting her comeuppance.” Professor Kravitz accepted the tea Bridget handed him, then glanced at where Khait and Erilon were glaring at each other. Considering one of them was a glowing woman of fire reflected in a mirror, it was more than a little bit surreal. At least Khait had stopped glowing. “Adam is a good man.”
“That was our assessment as well.” Magda leaned on the back of the couch. “He saved someone very dear to me.” She took a deep breath. “Tomer, my crew and I will make sure your students stay safe. We wouldn’t ask if —”
“I already agreed.” Professor Kravitz glanced at Khait. “Admittedly, before I knew…” He exhaled. “Abigail, I…” He looked back at her. “Your boyfriend kills people by kissing them.”
“Only if they deserve it.” She winced a little. “We clarified that with him a lot.”
“I am not permitted to kill anyone that doesn’t register as at least a five on the scale of bad unless Bridget gives permission or it is necessary to save the life of another.” Khait didn’t stop glaring at Erilon.
“I don’t even want to know what registers to you on the scale of bad.” Erilon folded her arms.
“We clarified that with him a lot too.” Bridget nodded, then grabbed a notebook off a side table and offered it to the professor. “See?”
He took it and started flipping through it before paling a little. “Absolutely no killing professors for giving a failing grade?” He stared up at Abigail.
“Oh, you weren’t in danger from that.” She sat up and spoke hurriedly. “He likes you.”
“If we could get this back on —” Magda started to sigh.
“We should probably clarify where Matthias ranks on the scale, cause uh…” Laura tilted her head.
“Khait, no killing members of the…” Bridget blinked. “What was it again?”
“The Crimson Crusaders.” Laura grinned.
“Hang on, time out.” Abigail made the gesture, then pointed at Laura. “The vigilantes out in Washington are your people?”
“Who, exactly, are —” Professor Kravitz took a deep breath. “Alright, I’ve met Laura, Erilon, and Gabriel. Magda is obviously a werewolf. The others—”
“Werewolves and witches.” Erilon was still glaring at Khait. “Couple of full mortals in the group, but they either stay out of trouble or come packing a lot of ammo. Since you three are also mortals, you’ll be staying out of trouble as well.”
“Bridget and I can take care of ourselves.” Abigail shot her a dirty look.
“I can confirm that.” Khait nodded. Then he shrugged. “They manage to keep me in line most of the time. That’s more than anyone else has ever managed.”
“That’s not…” Erilon made a growling sound. “Entirely unimpressive.”
“Gee.” Bridget rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”