-Hope-
“What do you think of this one?” Harper asked.
“It’s very... yellow,” I remarked, eliciting laughter from her and Angela.
“How observant,” Angela chuckled.
“It is yellow!” I reiterated, joining in the laughter.
We had gone out shopping, escorted by Raiden, of course. Angela, Harper, and I were getting rather stir-crazy being locked up the way we were. All the males were allowed to come and go, but our mates were making us feel like prisoners, and we were slowly losing our minds.
So, in order not to kill our mates, we had finally convinced them to let us go shopping in London, and hopefully, then our need to murder them would go away. We loved our mates, but they were driving us slightly insane because they were being so overprotective. None of us felt like we could breathe lat
