SENDING daggers at the unsuspecting women who were walking on the sidewalk near the admission building of the university, Tati hid behind the huge tree. Her eyes followed them as they converse.
They appeared to be more than simple acquaintances. One woman kept on slapping the other who did not seem to mind. Instead, she gave the impression of liking the attention.
Not liking the scene, Tati turned her back and sauntered in the direction of the parking lot.
“How does it feel?”
She rolled her eyes at her wolf’s sarcastic remarks.
“I don’t have to tell you, mutt.”
“Is your heart breaking?”
“No. It turned into liquid. At the moment, it is solidifying and will be a stone in a few minutes.” She retorted with equal sarcasm.
To her dismay, she was expecting a snort from Bentley. Instead,
