97: Speak of the Devil

By the time the school resumption rolled in, I was elated to explore and indulge in the change it would offer at the moment.

Other than Mac’s excessive gestures, on the other hand, I had heard nothing from Lucas and I was trying not to think too much of it.

One of the reasons for that was because of late I had been having the nagging feeling that if I didn't do anything to show Mac that I could be useful, he might go back to being the mean and unfeeling person I knew him as.

And as cruel and foolish as this might sound, I couldn't afford to do that. I had gotten too used to this newfound softness that going back to the cold wild would break me beyond my ability to heal. or at least it was what I thought.

Coupled with the fact that things were getting more serious with us by the day, the kiss had gone far and wild to the extent that Father had heard of it which was both mortifying and calming because at least in my defense he is my mate so we did nothing wrong but then it had given ev