Kara's POV.
I'm wearing a red top that drawls down my body, but stops right at my knees, a black leather pants below. And a matching black boot that clicks with each steps on the tiled floor. My blonde hair is pulled into a high knot top, letting my green eyes shine and my skin brings out more of its ivory complexion.
The door opens, Mr Seth walks inside, his eyes accessing me. He chuckles. "You dressed like there's a war coming."
Apparently, there's a war coming. It's just that I won't be there to fight in there. I wasn't called.
"I have to be watchful. What rule is that?"
"Really? You have forgotten so soon?" He chortle. I find it contagious. "What's up?" He adds.
"I'm fine. Good. Really." I laugh shakily, when he doesn't look like he's buying it.
He holds up his hands. "The ca
