Page 9 of Bully Wolf's Nanny
She shook her head, tears burning in the corners of her eyes.
“It makes you a fucking traitor bitch. And you know what we do to traitor bitches? We rip them to shreds.”
Daisy was openly crying now, tears falling down her cheeks. “Please…”
Nicolas scoffed, rearing away from her, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “Just what I thought. Utterly pathetic. You’re a fucking waste of shifter blood.”
One of the other shifters leaned in, his face twisted in an ugly sneer. “Yeah, she’s not even any good for breeding. I mean, who would want a fat bitch like her?”
Daisy sucked in a breath, the cruel words ramming into her like so many knives. It wasn’t the insult itself. She was more than used to people making fun of her weight.
It was the way Nicolas’s eyes lit up as devastation painted itself across her face.
“Watch yourself, Copperfield,” Nicolas said after a beat. “If I hear you spreading shit again, it’s over for you.”
He spun on his heel and stalked off down the corridor, hands in his pockets. His cronies chased after him, snickering and jeering. Daisy let out a sob, collapsing back against the lockers, her heart threatening to hammer through her chest. She didn’t register Megan as she cautiously approached. Didn’t notice the whispers and murmurs of the students around her.
All she could think about was the pure hatred in Nicolas’s eyes.
***
Present Day
“No. Absolutely not,” Daisy said to Molly, before spinning on her heel, fully intending to storm out of the room.
“Daisy,” Nicolas said, and damn her, it stopped her dead in her tracks.
Seven years. It had been seven years since she had heard his voice in person. And it still had the same effect on her as it did all that time ago.
“Oh, you two know each other?” Molly asked brightly, either choosing to ignore the thick tension in the air or too human to scent it.
Daisy turned slowly, her throat suddenly thick, eyes suddenly burning with so many unshed tears.
He had changed since she last saw him. Of course he had. He was still tall, towering well over a head above her, his frame still lean with muscle. But there was a definite sharpness to his jaw that hadn’t been there before, a serious tilt to his brow. His hair was shorter than she remembered it, but still thick and inky black. His pale face was an unreadable mask.
But his eyes. There was something different in those sapphire blue eyes. She didn’t want to know what it was.
Looking back to Molly, she swallowed the lump in her throat, schooling her features into careful neutrality. “I’m sorry, Molly, but I won’t accept this assignment.”
She wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but she could have sworn that Nicolas’s shoulders tensed.
“On the contrary,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, “I’d like to hire you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Did you not just hear me? I said I won’t take this assignment.”
Nicolas folded his arms, his expression firm. “I’ll pay you whatever you want.”
“Money isn’t the problem.”
“Gosh,” said Molly brightly, clearly choosing to ignore Daisy in favor of simpering over Nicolas, “I thought you said you weren’t interested, how marvelous that you are! I had a good feeling about this one, I knew I did, from the moment you walked into this office I thought to myself, ‘I have just the girl for this one,’ and I was correct! Don’t you just love it when that happens!”
“Molly,” Daisy hissed, skin prickling under the weight of Nicolas’s stare, “are you not listening to me? I won’t work for him. He lives in Silvermist, that’s much too far away.”
“I’ll buy you a car.” His tone was stony, as if having to fight through the words.
Daisy’s head whipped towards him, frustration bubbling under her skin. “It’s a two-hour drive from my apartment to Silvermist.”
“Then you’ll move into my house.”
