Twenty-five

Iris Miller

September seemed to be going by slowly. It was like ever since meeting Malaki, and finding out that he was my mate, time had no meaning anymore. It was chilly out when I walked up to the frat house with Celestine. We’d gotten dressed at the dorm, and I’d picked out the shortest dress I had. “Are you sure I can’t wear something with a little bit more coverage? It’s cold out.” The dress that I was wearing was a strappy, black thing and I had ...