Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: Just a Casual Evening

"This steak could double as shoe leather." Penelope pokes at the gray slab of meat with her fork. "What a waste of a perfectly good cow."

The clink of dishes and running water provides background noise as Logan tackles our takeout mess. My own plate sits half-empty, the congealed pasta sauce a warning sign I should have heeded.

"You’re the one who insisted on ordering from Joe’s Diner." I flip through my Magical Theory textbook, the symbols swimming before my eyes. "Two-point-three stars on Yelp should have been our first clue."

"Those hole-in-the-wall places usually have the best food." She drops her fork with a clatter. "The greasier the spoon, the better the meal."

"Tell that to my questionable alfredo." My stomach lurches at the memory of its plastic-like consistency. "I’m just praying I don’t wake up with food poisoning tomorrow. I have enough on my plate with these assignments."

The water shuts off. Logan’s footsteps pad across the floor, and the couch dips as he settles by my side. He’s like a personal heater, warming the left side of me.

"You okay?"

Snapping the book closed, I give him my best version of chipper optimism. "Just peachy. How does it feel dating a college girl?"

"Better than when I was in college." His lips quirk up. "None of them were as hot as you."

"Oh, God." Penelope launches a napkins at his head, even though they just flutter to the ground a few inches from her hand. "Get out if you’re going to be that cheesy. I can’t handle bad food and worse pickup lines in one night."

Logan’s arm slides around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"Don’t worry so much."

"Marcus said otherwise. He made fun of me for not reading the contract before I signed it."

"I’ll get you out of it soon." His fingers trace circles on my arm. "Just be glad it wasn’t a proper magical contract."

Oh. I didn’t realize relying on a boyfriend could be so helpful. But still... "Let’s at least wait until we’re sure I won’t accidentally blow anything up."

"Can’t be that hard. People do it all the time." Logan reaches for my textbook, flipping through the pages. His eyebrows slowly pull together. "Is this written in another language?"

"No, these are glyphs." I point to the intricate symbols sprawling across the page.

"Oh, so another language."

"They’re just glyphs."

"I had no clue what any of those meant." Penelope waves her hand dismissively. "Had to use an online translator."

"There’s really an app for everything these days." Logan squints at the page. "But why is this hard for you? You’ve spent your whole career working with magic."

I turn to face him. "Do you know how to program a computer?"

"No."

"And why not? You use one every day."

"Fair."

Logan’s fingers weave through my hair, the gentle tugging sensation sending pleasant shivers down my spine. Leaning over the textbook, I read the first page aloud.

"Chapter One: Understanding Magical Glyphs." I trace the symbols with my finger. "The foundation of all magical practice lies in understanding the basic components that make up spell creation. Like letters forming words, glyphs are the building blocks of magical language."

Logan’s warmth at my side makes it hard to focus on the dry text. "Each glyph represents not just an action or element, but the intent behind it. The simplest example is the Fire glyph."

I point to a symbol that looks like a flame with a spiral at its base.

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