"Rae," he walked over, slightly bending down, "what's wrong?"
Rae Bennett put down the scissors, looked up with eyes sharp as knives, "Did you go see Averi Rivera?"
Little Lion still hadn't been completely tamed, still had sharp teeth and claws, a temper that was hard to subdue, and an aggressive nature. When angered, her first instinct wasn't to make peace, but to bite. That was the habit ingrained in her due to her upbringing.
At eighteen, that was when her "claws" were the sharpest. The day she brought the young man back to the villa, the weather was very nice.
"This is your room, you'll live here from now on."
"Can't I stay at school?" Wyatt Wright was a freshman at the time and had always lived on campus.
Rae Bennett thought for a moment, then made a request with a soft and gentle voice, "You must sleep here at least five days a week."
What a reasonable little witch she was.
