I slammed the retrieved scissors back on the desk.
I came here hoping to make a difference and yet here I was, covered in cobwebs and stuck fishing for tools behind a dusty shelf.
Nine days into my work at the academy and I had spent more time polishing metal trays than actually practicing medicine or healing of any sort.
My hands smelled permanently of alcohol and herbs, my back ached from bending over so much and my pride had taken more bruises than I cared to count.
Ethan’s uncle was never going to take me seriously. All this time he hadn’t even asked me even once about my abilities.
I wiped the wetness angrily from my cheek just as Elias appeared in the doorway.
He leaned his shoulder against the frame, arms crossed.
“What?” I snapped, turning so I could wipe the rest of my
