Sakura and I settle in on the balcony after being abruptly ejected from the ‘discussion’.
I look down at the quiet, yet bustling street below and sigh— I had forgotten that I had an irrational fear of heights when I chose to go to the balcony.
Well, it was either that or one of the upper rooms in Misa’s penthouse suite.
I’m sorry but rooms and alphas don’t go together for me.
Sakura stares blankly at the sky. “Are they always like that?”. Even her voice sounds lifeless.
I can’t blame her— it took superhuman effort for Riko to convince Misa to let Sakura leave her side.
I don’t even understand why Misa is so taken by her— I know Sakura Hoshino, and I know that there is nothing charming about her. I’ve seen her challenge a five-year-old to a playground fight to establish her ‘domin
