@miskick
“--Cat got your tongue?” You let mischevious smirk form over painted lips towards the company across the table, finger tracing over the rim of the glass on the table. She seemed to be a bundle of nerves--a stuttering flustered mess that happened to come right back to you. The scene before you playing out identical to your previous encounter with her. How cute.
This time however, you were determined not to let her out of your sights. It was rare to find such timid little lambs in your wolves den.











