Perhaps if I were in a good mood, I’d share with Spencer and Chase.
Then again, I was the biggest out of all of us, so I could always…
Instead of walking straight out of the building as I expected, Flora took a small detour, heading down a long corridor toward the café. Taking the change in plan in stride, I followed her, keeping far enough away that no one would notice, particularly the stunning omega.
I tended to stay out of university buildings when possible. Spencer was the one who went to class with Percy because he looked the most like a student.
Me, on the other hand—with my face all torn up—well, I looked like something that stepped straight out of a horror movie. And those types of flicks tended to leave a lasting impression. Chase and Spencer could blend into the background. I couldn’t.
So, my place was in the shadows—and had been for a while.
After turning a corner, Flora stopped at a vendingmachine, pulling off her bag and rummaging around for her little purse covered in strawberries. She fished out a few dollars, pressed some buttons, and a chocolate bar fell into the bottom.
I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. She was probably craving junk food, considering the chaos Spencer had caused with her fridge. Maybe I was imagining it, but I could’ve sworn there was a defiant look in her eye when she took a bite of the candy, very “health food be damned.”
Still, Flora’s steps were hurried, her head on a swivel. Unlike the first time I followed her, she was far more observant this time. Her hand remained buried in her bag, and if what Spencer had been through was any indication, she was clutching the taser I had given her.
I really needed to get her a stronger one. Maybe a custom-made model? Mine was large and clunky. She had small, delicate hands. I was sure I could get her one personalized with fruit printed on it—an adorable little strawberry pattern, just like her purse and her nest.
Ugh, you’re such a sap.
I followed her down the street, keeping more distance than I wanted because of how diligently she was checking her surroundings, I made a mental note to contact a guy I knew who was an expert in weaponry. As if I didn’t already have too many things on my plate. But it was nothing to go out of my way for her. For my sweet little omega.
I wasn’t sure if I needed his munitions expertise to get a specialty taser or a painter to make it look pretty, but it couldn’t hurt.
Fuck it. I’d contact both if necessary.
When I yanked myself out of my thoughts, I realized we’d reached the intersection where Flora usually turned left. I was surprised when she veered right, her steps confident.
Where was she going?
Standing straighter, I increased my pace. This deviation from her usual routine put me on edge, and I didn’t want her getting away from me.
The purpose of her detour became obvious a few minutes later when she walked into a fast-food joint. I nearly laughed out loud.
I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text into our group chat.
Bear:
You know, maybe stealing her junk food wasn’t the right move, because guess who’s going to a questionable fast-food restaurant late at night?
Spencer:
Excuse me?
I snapped a quick photo of the restaurant.
Bear:
Looks like she’s grabbing a late-night snack on her way home from class.
Spencer:
She shouldn’t be doing that. Stop her.
Bear:
And how do you propose I do that?
