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.

Mmhmm. You realize this is someone staking a claim, right Cara?

And did you know the color

means something.

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

help removing the purity, you

purity has me getting wet. I’m going to

+15 BONOS

my purity, innocence

yours.

a few minutes before I get a

I need a cold shower. Go to bed Cara. Talk

1. me.

Me: Goodnight Liam

asking who gave me flowers and offering 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 brother’s–in–arms when we have

and I’m frustrated when I get to the cafeteria for lunch. Jason walks in with me and we’re walking up to get food when a woman dressed in a three piece suit and

“Cara Nelson?”

frown at her. What

“Yes.”

rolling cart with a plate covered with a silver dome and

your table.” She says

I ask because,

as if

didn’t order a special

for you.” She smiles

“By whom?”

but I was instructed not to give it to you

with your food.”