Sylvia Fenris’ POV
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I kept out of his way for a week, tried never to have anything to do with him even though a part of me still desired him. It was not as easy as I expected.
He seemed to be avoiding me as well, we would appear at the edges of classrooms, and never quite look me in the eye, like he was giving me room to hate him properly.
Part of me was thankful for the distance because it will help in quenching whatever burning desires I once had for him, but another part, more stubborn and less sizable, kept scanning the crowded hallways for a glimpse of dark hair and stormy eyes, and each time I caught myself doing it, I hated myself a little more.
So, I trained instead, harder than ever, forcing m
