WILLA
This might be the worst advice I had ever gotten.
It was supposed to be a simple apology. So why the hell was I standing here in an almost transparent top that barely covered my belly button and a denim skirt so short no sane person would wear it outside?
No one but Verah, apparently.
Whatever you're imagining is probably right.
She had forced me into the outfit and practically begged one of her flings from the academy to give me a ride here.
I was only here to apologize to Kol, but I already looked desperate, like a whore begging for his attention.
I shouldn't have listened to her yesterday. Or today, when she ran through the plan again like it was genius.
I smoothed my hands over the ridiculously short skirt for the umpteenth time, hovering nervously in front of the doorbell.
I groaned, pulled my hand back, and turned to leave but a sharp glare from where Verah was hiding stopped me cold.
