Alpha Nox
“Makes me feel like a Queen.”
Jada snorted, but rushed forward when I wobbled, nearly tipping over from where I sat on the toilet seat. Her hair was different this week, styled in two thick braids that ran down her head and dropped well below her breasts. It was one of my favorite looks I’d seen on her so far, and I made sure she knew it by calling her Jada Warrior Princess every chance I got.
Hakeem’s warm eyes darted between each of wounds, all of which were slowly healing, before they made it to my face. There was a twinkle of humor there, which he quickly smothered behind a dry expression.