Waverly entered the living room and sat down on the couch beside Isadore, handing her and Finn their drinks.
“So, Sawyer…” Isadore smirked.
Waverly snickered, even though her body trembled and recoiled at his name. “What about him?”
“No one ever told me the Crimson Wolf was so…H*ll, I’m kind of regretting you taking my place,” Isadore stated, shoving Waverly gently.
“It’s not all you think it’s made out to be, you know,” Waverly noted.
“What’re you talking about?!” Isadore exclaimed. “This is every girl’s dream!”
“That depends,” Finn interrupted. “Have you had a connection?”
Waverly thought back to the evening in Sawyer’s office when she first felt their bond. She was so scared at first that he didn’t feel it too. Her mind wandered, leading her to question…could she have ruined their bond?
“Yeah, we have,” was all Waverly replied as she picked at her fingernails.
“So, then what’s the problem?” Isadore urged, noticing the low countenance of her sister.