Chapter 241
Nima
"So what happened?" Poppy asks, and I choke on my glass of water.
"N-nothing." I croak, heat flooding my face as I avoid her gaze, staring very intently at the wall.
"Uh huhhh." She says, dragging out the sound, her eyes narrowing. Suspicious. Too suspicious.
I can feel her gaze burning into me, stripping me bare more effectively than Daphne ever did. My ears twitch violently, my tail is stiff, and my nails are digging half-moons into the wooden table.
Poppy leans forward, resting her chin in her hands, smirking like a cat who's cornered a mouse. "You're glowing, you know that? Don't think I didn't notice."
"I am not glowing!" I snap too quickly, too loudly. A couple of students glance our way from the next table, and I shrink down, wishing I could disappear into my glass.
