The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0017

After school, I drop Jason off and finally arrive at home after lugging my flowers around the rest of the afternoon. I have to admit they made me smile often. No one has ever done something like that for me. I’ve been wracking my brain to figure out who it could be, but honestly, the opportunities are nearly endless. I just have no idea, but I haven’t given up, not by a long shot..

As I walk in the door, I hear dad from the other room, “Welcome home

sweetheart, how was your….well, well, well, what have we here?” He asks, eyeing my flowers.

“Oh? This ol‘ thing?” I give him my best fake surprised look, then smile. “They are flowers. Apparently, I have a secret admirer.” I look at the flowers again.

“White, huh?” He asks. “You know what white roses mean, don’t you?”

I look at him confused. “The color of the rose means something?”

“Yep and white means something like loyalty and purity.”

“Well, my admirer knows I’m a Guardian, so the loyalty fits. Not sure how many people know I’m ‘pure‘ but maybe this person is hoping?” I wiggle my eyebrows at my dad and we both laugh.

“Go get dressed for training, Car. I’ll meet you outside.”

That night, I looked at my beautiful roses, wondering who my mystery man could

1. be.

My phone beeps and I see a text from Liam.

Liam: So, I hear I have some competition.

Me: If by competition you mean that you owe me flowers, then sure.

this is someone staking

did you know the color of flowers means something?

color of roses means something. White meaning purity and

loyalty and purity. And the person obviously knows I’m a Guardian, so the loyalty definitely

removing the purity, you

my purity has me getting

+15 BONOS

you’re my mate, my purity,

yours.

before I get a response.

need a cold shower. Go to bed Cara. Talk soon. Sleep well. Dream

1. me.

Me: Goodnight Liam

to run them off if need be. I eliminated most of the guys from training after these conversations. These guys are more like my brothers, or

Jason walks in with me and

“Cara Nelson?”

at her. What is

“Yes.”

She turns and grabs a rolling cart with a plate covered with a silver dome and some other paraphernalia.

I’ll follow you to your table.” She says as she stops to wait for

I ask because, seriously, what IS

states as if

a special lunch.”

you.” She smiles at me again.

“By whom?”

but I was instructed not to give it to you until

with your food.”