MILLICENT
I rolled my eyes but she made me laugh anyway, and that laugh loosened the knot in my chest. Enough that I found myself standing and jerking my chin toward the door. “Come on.”
We ended up in the classroom of our next class on the third floor, desks arranged, chalkboards wiped clean. Fiona hopped onto a desk, swinging her legs, waiting for me to start.
“I don’t like this,” I admitted, pacing. “But I’d rather lose my dignity than lose you, so here goes nothing.”
Her grin widened. “That dramatic intro means it’s going to be good.”
And it was. The words spilled out before I could stop them. Everything. What really happened with the kiss in the locker room, the full weekend with Xander. The tension in the library. The moment I found out about my mates. The beautiful lake. The ni
