Octavia POV
We entered the office, and he went to sit on his big brown chair while I sat in front of him. I nervously fiddle with my fingers. What could he possibly want to say? Or maybe he just doesn't want me as his mate? Or he wants to reject...
Octavia POV
We entered the office, and he went to sit on his big brown chair while I sat in front of him. I nervously fiddle with my fingers. What could he possibly want to say? Or maybe he just doesn't want me as his mate? Or he wants to reject...