Everyday the next week, as Skylar opened her locker in the morning, the same folded piece of paper would flutter to the floor by her feet, the perfect handwriting telling her that she was someone’s world.
The Omega had given up trying to spot who was behind the notes, but each one was carefully hidden inside a book in her bag, ironed flat by her constant rereading of the magical words written by the secret admirer.
‘What are you reading?’ came Alexandra’s voice, cutting through Skylar’s concentration on the piece of paper in her hand. Blushing furiously, the teenager tried to stuff it back into her bag as the female warrior, grabbed her wrist and twisted it out of her grip.
‘Your lips so soft, your eyes so bright, I think of you each day and night’ the paper said. Eyes widening, Alexa
