North
The door clicked shut as Serena walked into the office, bringing a cold gust of air that ruined the warm space Tamara had just filled.
I looked over at Tamara first, my chest tightening with a sharp ache. I could tell clearly that she was hurt when I withdrew from her. Her expressive eyes showed every single emotion she felt and she always wore her heart right there on her sleeve, never hiding how much she cared.
That exact trait was why she kept getting hurt here. She was too soft for the wolves of the South, yet that softness was the exact reason I found myself drawn to her more every single day.
Serena stood near the center of the room, her arms crossed over her chest and her face set in a serious expression. She looked at me, then glanced briefly at Tamara before speaking up
