LORI
I was minding my own business in my dorm room with the lights off. Doom-scrolling through trashy werewolf memes then the knocks came. I sat up and my gut flipped.
Please not him. Please not— I opened the door and Valkyrie stood there like a nightmare dipped in cologne. Black tee, leather jacket, those eyes that had once made my whole chest seize up for reasons I now hated myself for.
He smirked like I should be flattered. “Hey,” he said. I stared. He gestured toward my room. “Can we talk?”
I didn’t say yes but I didn’t slam the door either. Mistake number one.
He stepped inside like it was still his territory. Eyes scanning my tiny dorm.
I folded my arms. “You’ve got five minutes.”
He turned toward me. “You look different.”
“You look the same,” I said. "Terrible."
He laughed
