Cynthia’s POV
Royce couldn’t be standing outside of my door.
Not because he wasn’t allowed to, but because we didn’t need people questioning why he was outside my door, but that is exactly what was happening.
I let out a sigh at the sight before me.
I knew that Charlie wouldn’t be one to allow him in, and Royce would not be the one to leave before he got to say whatever it was he wanted to say. The two were so alike in being stubborn, so I knew neither of them would relent, but the longer he stood outside the door, the higher the chances of him being caught by the many curious eyes of the girls that lived in this corridor, so against my better judgement, I pushed Charlie aside before grabbing Royce’s hand and escorting him into the room.
The sparks, stronger now that I had my wolf
