Toke's POV
I knew it was a mistake, and I knew the moment I saw her smile. I beamed at her first, feeling like we had finally met at a good moment. That I could make her so happy that she matched my smile. My smile slowly faltered as I watched how her stunning smile twisted. Smug, almost wicked! I knew she was different, knew she was her own, but for some reason, I never even thought of her as a cunning or wicked person. Now I doubted it all. Could she really be?
The whole day I've been running her errands. I mean, paper and pen? She would have to do with a thin, light leather piece and a charcoal piece like the rest of us. Then benches? Inside the little house. I knew she was up to something; I knew I should demand to know before this all went further, but to be honest, I was curi
