HANNAH
"So I heard you registered for the pageant," Jace said as we trained.
I took my eyes away from the silver-tipped spear I was supposed to learn how to handle. It immediately fell to the ground. Though Jace was not looking at his, with the ease born of practice, in his hands, it rotated so fast it was a blur.
I looked up at his face to find him giving me a quizzing look.
"Willa told me about it," he explained. "I was a little surprised, though. I didn't think you were a pageant kind of girl."
What was that supposed to mean? I grew up listening to many people say that I wasn't attractive; could my mate think the same way? Did he see me just like everyone else?
"What does that mean?" I forced myself to ask him, hoping his answer wasn't the thoughts in my head. "Why am I not a p
