Twenty one - II

"How have you been?" Carlos asks, and Conrad raises a brow.

"Fabulous. Obviously. My mate has twins on the way, and I'm living with my parents again. I'm going to become Beta this year. That's it, that's my entire summary of this god-awful year," she beams sarcastically, shaking her head.

Carlos raises a brow, walking towards the emptier end of the hallway, leading her along gently.

"I thought my year had been bad. I've been having a pretty good time in comparison," he chuckles, his dark eyes following her every move.

Having those eyes back on her makes her shiver; she remembers the days they would watch her almost constantly, a smirk on the lips a few centimetres below them.

"How have you been doing?" She questions, leaning her back against the stone walls.

"I've been hanging on. Sabrina is at boarding school now; she's gotten really tall," he remarks, showing her his phone's lock screen picture.

"Oh, she's gorgeous," Conrad coos, peering at the little girl who she occasionally mothe