Andria's POV
"Let's head back to the dorms, it's already getting late, and the principal had announced a curfew due to the recent happenings, and it's almost time," I said, attempting to change the topic.
"Yeah, we don't want to meet the patrol wardens," Michaela muttered, wrapping her cardigan tightly around her shoulders.
Her eyes darted down the hallway as though shadows were stretching farther than they should. She is such a scared cat, but she was cute.
Liara slipped her arm into mine with a smirk and then turned to Michaela, "Don't tell me you're scared. You have two strong she-wolves with you."
"Strong she-wolves who laugh in the middle of sickrooms," Michaela shot back, rolling her eyes, though her lips curved.
"Ouch, that really hurt. I didn't know you had such fire in you," I replied sarcastically, clutching my chest, and we burst out laughing.
"I'm glad you know now how it feels when you say hurtful words," Liara said, directing her gaze to me.
