Chapter 24 - "No One Ever Calls Me Micajah."-01

When I was a kid, I'd once teased Nora relentlessly, when she'd blushed like a tomato at Tim Call's blinding, toothpaste-advertisement-model-like smile, saying that she was crushing on a boy, who was apparently gross at that time. After that, even if she wasn't mad at me, she had refused to meet my eyes for three hours, always averting her gaze and acting all self-conscious. That is exactly what's happening right now. Seneca is not mad at me or anything, but I can almost feel her embarrassment whenever our eyes meet, and I so badly want to tell her that 'It's okay, I'm the same as you,' but whenever I make an effort to do so, she makes an escape, leaving me frustrated. After her grand exit of storming out, my laughter and happiness at her embarrassment had slowly died away, leaving behind a territorial and angry Wolf, who'd wanted—still wants—to smash his fist into Beta Ezra's face. But I'd controlled him with Herculean effort, and had quelled the