Flora’s P.O.V
“Flora?”
I turned back to face Daphne, my hands clenched by my side. Out of all the people who could’ve caught me returning back to my room, Daphne was the worst one.
She might have a wild streak in her; she might like doing some things that were considered dangerous and naughty…but I doubted kissing rogue wolves was something she would consider anything but stupid and risky. Not to mention the betrayal I felt the instant I heard her voice and my brain connected the dots.
“Yes.” I answered her, my voice coming out shrill and overly-friendly. “You wanted something?”
“Yes.” Daphne folded her hands in front of her chest. “I wanted to know what you were doing out in the woods at this time in the morning.”
Shit!
“Come with me.” I reached out and took her hand before tugging
