Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

The group of men glanced at each other, their faces etched with fear. It hit them—they were in way over their heads.

Normally, wouldn't someone in their position have called the cops by now? Once they were in police custody, Flora wouldn't have been able to touch them. But Flora wasn't playing by the rules. She mentioned some people were on their way. Who were these people?

The wait was agonizing, a mental torture. A few men tried to crawl away, but with a light tap of Flora's heel, they froze, their scalps tingling, too scared to move.

Twenty minutes later, the quiet night was shattered by the sound of a car engine, tires screeching against the pavement. A group of people in black shirts and pants emerged from the car.

Unlike the street punks on the ground, these newcomers were clearly well-trained, their steps firm and deliberate. They approached Flora, stopping in front of her.

"Ms. Flora," they said respectfully.

The woman leading them casually draped an arm over Flora's shoulder. "Flora, darling, who did you tick off this time?"

Crimson glanced at the men on the ground and clicked her tongue. Some people just didn't know when to quit.

to go after

clue yet," Flora

men into the car. "Need a ride back to school?" Crimson asked, eyeing Eilies and Cynthia, who looked shell-shocked by the

"Yeah," Flora nodded.

Grove. Flora's injuries were mostly healed, though she still

had been too surreal; they still felt like

next-level tough. And she casually called in a squad of what looked like highly trained

away. Cynthia and Eilies followed Flora, their eyes

back at the dorm, she poured them each a cup of hot

"Flora!"

handed a cup to Cynthia, Cynthia grabbed her hand, her

can you teach me to fight? I wanna be like you, kicking bad guys left and right,

Flora, teach me too! I

Clearly, they