Free Pride X Familiar ReVamp (Pride X ReVamp Book 1) by Albert Ruckholdt

wry look Caprice gave him as if to say, ‘you reap what you sow’.
    Neither did I miss the smile of victory Caelum gave her in return.
    I tried putting the matter out of mind, and barely succeeded.
    But when classes ended for the day – a day which felt like it had been stretched to breaking point – there was another surprise in store for us.
    A Student Council announcement was made.
    Caelum Desanto, and two others were called to the Student Council’s chambers.
    I peeked at him over my shoulder and caught the look of surprise on his face.
    Then Caprice touched his arm, and gave him an unreadable look.
    Well, it was unreadable to me, but Caelum appeared to read meaning in it.
    He nodded faintly and stood up after collecting his school issued carry-bag.
    I watched him walk out of the classroom on his way to face the Student Council.
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    (Caelum)
    I followed the map on my palm-slate and arrived at the Student Council’s office after a five minute walk.
    Galatea was a big school.
    Very big.
    In fact, Galatea sat on the equivalent of an entire district block.
    From overhead, its various buildings were shaped like the letter ‘H’, lined up side-by-side across a very big patch of land.
    There were three such buildings.
    One for middle schoolers.
    One for high schoolers.
    One for administration and other duties. This was the smaller of the three buildings.
    Surrounding the buildings were various plots of land designated for sporting activities. Track-and-Field had its own sporting field, as did the tennis, basketball, and soccer clubs. There was a large gymnasium and an aquatic center that sported two fifty meter pools.
    Galatea had everything the young, future prospective leaders of the eight Prides could ever hope for in a school environment.
    All it lacked was a mall.
    The Student Council room was located on the fourth floor, in the corner of one wing of the building allocated to the high school student body.
    I looked at the sturdy double doors made of real wood – not the synthetic variety, but real, honest to God wood – and trembled a little at the thought of what awaited me beyond those doors.
    I knocked on one door loud enough to be heard without sounding like an ogre beating down a dungeon gate.
    The door opened automatically a few moments later, and melodious voice called out, “Please enter.”
    A melodious female voice.
    My stomach lurched.
    I stepped into the lioness’s den.
    What greeted me was a room adorned in opulent, antique furnishings.
    Along opposite walls hung the painted portraits of former Student Council presidents.
    I looked at them, noticing the majority of past presidents were women.
    All damn, fine good looking women.
    I scowled inwardly at the handsome faces of the male presidents.
    I guess it was to be expected. Appearances seemed to carry a great deal of weight around here.
    It was a known fact the Symbiote had a habit of enacting cosmetic changes to the bodies of those it inhabited. Those changes took place in the first few weeks after the Symbiote entered the host’s body. The changes ranged from weight loss, muscle build-up, fuller lips, smoother skin and a near perfect complexion.
    I found it all unfair to Regular humankind who had to resort to a plethora of creams and treatments as they struggled to remain on par with the Aventis.
    I glared openly at the portraits of the male presidents.
    “Ara ara, aren’t you making a scary face.”
    I turned in the direction of the wide desk, antique desk that would have been perfectly at home in the manor of some rich company CEO. Again, there was no doubting the shine and luster of real, varnished wood. It probably cost more than my parents earned in a year before they passed away.
    I stared at the occupant of the high backed leather chair that sat behind the desk.
    Her legs were on the table, cast in sheer white stockings befitting the white skirt she wore. The owner of those impressive pins stood up and walked around the desk, choosing to