Clarissa
"You know, you should probably stop looking at me like I’m going to evaporate," I said to Francis, who had been staring at me the entire time.
We were seated outside, where the party was still taking place. Most people had already gone home, but a few youths lingered.
A few pack warriors patrolled the area, ensuring that the night remained safe for everyone.
"I can’t believe we’re finally talking and not fighting each other," Francis said, bringing my attention back to him.
"And who says we’re not fighting?" I shot back. "I’m only here because you wanted us to have a united front before Magnus."
"Really?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Of course. What other reason do you think would make me sit out here with you this late?" I challenged.
"I don’t know," he mused, his eyes lo
