My feet lead me through the forest on autopilot, my mind such a storm of thoughts and conflicted emotions that I’m not remotely paying attention to where I’m going. You’d probably think that since I’m a venatrix I’d be disgusted by the idea of magic having a hand in our relationship, but I’m honestly not, I’m just hurt that she didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth.
It feels like deep down she still thinks I’m that deadly venatrix who will turn around and kill her the moment something she says doesn’t line up with things I was trained to believe and that hurts me deeply. I thought we were closer and I thought I was making a lot of strides. Then again, I suppose I can understand her fears. The first time we met I did point a gun at her with every intention to shoot, though at least n
