Suri Nightingale
I don’t think I was breathing during the entire car ride to the academy with Atlas Wolfe, a person who clearly wanted me out of his (pretty and soft) hair, was seated only a few inches away from me.
The exhale I let out the second I stepped out of that car was so loud and long that Benjamin blinked at me utterly confused.
“Is everything alright, Ms. Suri? Are you feeling well enough for your first day?” He asked, clearly worried.
I could tell him that I wasn’t alright and that would be enough reason for him to bring me back home, but that would make it seem like I was backing down before even taking my first step into this school and that was just not me.
I, Suri Nightingale, have been through hell. I’ve fought off assholes that tried to hurt my mom and I. I’ve w
