Natasha POV
I was fighting Flora for control from the moment that Andrew’s scent overwhelmed my senses. In my semi-tipsy state, with alcohol clouding the human side of my brain, I was having a hard time maintaining that control.
“He wants us! He came here for us!” she kept insisting. I was starting to believe her, especially after his excuse about coming here for the DJ. That wasn’t his job anymore. Even when it was, that wouldn’t explain why he was on the packed dance floor, facing off with a random guy because of me.
I was elated when he offered to walk me home. Butterflies were fluttering around in my chest and Flora was purring in satisfaction, like he had just proved her right by asking to do this small task. When he wrapped his coat around my shoulders, Flora was pushing me once
