Chapter 210
Poppy
I can't believe it.
I actually forgot about Felix.
I guide him toward the bed—my new bed, with the upgraded mattress and soft bedding that doesn't scratch my skin or creak when I shift. It smells faintly of lavender oil and cedarwood polish now. Luxury. Clean. Quiet.
There are perks to being friendly with a predator like Daphne. Okay, maybe "friends" is a reach. I may have mentioned my roommate in passing—and with one swipe of her hand and a flash of annoyance, the girl was gone. Reassigned to a different dorm, my room completely redone the next day.
Seriously, if this is what she can do for me with a mutteredcomplaint, what is she doing for Nima?
New plan: don't just fake being friends with Nima. Actually be her friend.
Felix sits down beside me, hesitantly, his weight pressing into the mattress like he's unsure he belongs here. I pour him a glass of water—yes, my room has a proper table and pitcher now—and hand it to him.
