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“You know we don’t give a shit about tables.”

She continued, undeterred, “The design made me think of you. I hope when you see it…”

“I’ll think of you.” My arm wraps around her and we’re kissing for the millionth time tonight. I inhale a hit of her scent before pulling away. “Thank you, Princess. I’m so… so happy.”

CHAPTER 20

ESPER

Today is our first outing as a Pack. After my impromptu visit to Midnight Plaza, my guys dropped me off back at my dorm and I had the most restful sleep of my life.

My omega has never been so content before.

I awoke to a text this morning, in a new group chat—Esper’s Wolves, created by Neven but the name came from Asher—and I smiled as the texts started coming through.

Neven

Good morning beautiful, we have planned a lunch date today at Coal’s Diner, we will pick u up at 1pm, bring your books. It’s a study date.

Soren

What bout us not in school

Neven

You should be

Reed

be smart enough to figure it out

Esper

I’ll be waiting :)

I’d then proceeded to think about getting ready for the last two hours, because what does one wear to a study date? Casual and comfortable didn’t necessarily go hand-in-hand with hot or sexy. And now they’ll be here any minute.

Penny came over this morning far earlier than she’s ever done before. She sits on my desk chair picking over her face in her phone camera as I get ready. Her red hair is up in a messy bun, which is so not Penny’s usual style, but I don’t comment on it. She’s left her face bare of makeup and is wearing a cute green matching set.

She’s acting…off. Maybe she’s having a hard time right now. Maybe something happened with her parents, maybe her parents found a suitor for her marriage… I can’t figure out if I should ask her or if I should wait for her to open up to me.

Or maybe I’m seeing what isn’t there. Maybe she’s actually fine?

She curls her knees to her chest and lays her head down. She watches me as I put on makeup by my windowsill.

“You should go with the cableknit sweater,” she murmurs. I glance at her from my little mirror setup. Her face lacks any real emotion.

Something is definitely off with her.

“Thanks. It has been getting colder out,” I say, picking up the sweater and carefully sliding it over my makeup.

Fluffing my hair, I turn and hold my hands out to show Pen the final ’fit.

She hardly makes a face, whether good or bad. Pen’s always been brutally honest, so the lack of anything is scary. I feel silly, showing off my clothes and makeup for a date while my best friend is obviously going through something.

“Is everything okay?” I finally ask, nervous for the answer.

Pen sighs, rolling her eyes, making me feel worse, but I guess this is what I get for not asking earlier.