"Rip his head off of his neck for telling you about those things, huh? I'm more upset that he mentioned I attended a sewing class." Nicholai laughed as Darius recounted the day to him. He was right there at the mezzanine lounge, enjoying the free time he didn't normally have.
"Well, you can tell me about the girl in there." The lesser Alpha shook his head before taking a sip of his apple juice. He didn't want to keep things all that much from Nicholai. It wasn't like his mate was his enemy; neither did Nicholai do something to harm him.
"She was being bullied by a lot of people. Her extensive knowledge of historical fashion pieces was interesting, and she was indeed gifted with the talent to sew." As if obliging, Nicholai answered, "I was forced to put an effort into making crafts for that class, but I failed nonetheless. It was an elective, so there was no pressure on my other courses."
