Darcy.
Taking an advice from Heath would be the last thing that I would ever do in my life. “You could have gotten me killed.” I added on my notepad before flashing it to her and she busted out laughing again.
All I wanted to do was leave the place but the moment that I stand up, she’d follow me. It was of no use. “I am sorry.” She finally brrrayhed.
“Just don’t be that way anymore.” I warned.
We were sitting at the backyard of the pack house, with Ella nowhere to be found. Heath had suspected that she must have gone back home to see her parents since it was Saturday. “And by the way, I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself with those little minions.” She commented.
I actually do also feel so proud of myself. “Thank you.” I signed.
Heath had showed her interest in learning
