Poppy's P.O.V
"Poppy, why the f**k is he here? and why the f**k is he not wearing a shirt?!" Ashton exploded, yelling as he motioned to the completely causal Noir, leaning casually against the wall.
"I told you. I'm helping him. He came to me hungry and covered in blood, so I washed his clothes and fed him. He's been helping us win Ashton. Why are you being so rude? You have never been this rude to any of your other allies, and he has helped us far more than any other "political affiliation" you have made." I stood my ground as Ashton stared at me. Once I finished, a low and almost primal growl escaped his lips. He glared between me and Noir for a few moments. I did not dare to speak in order to allow him to either call himself or attempt to think rationally.
"What do you mean? Why am I
