Roxxane’s POV
Ugh. Not again.
Why is this guy everywhere? He is f*****g interfering with everything.
Everywhere I go, every corner I turn, every goddamn hallway, every training ground, there he is— tall and brooding Canan.
Breathing the same air, standing in the same space, existing just to make my head spin. At this point, I am convinced the guy put some sort of tracking spell on me. It is like the universe had made him to just ruin my peace.
I come outside to clear my head. To breathe. To think. To not think about him. And yet, the moment I do, there he is, walking straight into another mess that isn’t his.
Karl and I had been going at it. Words first, then the punches rolled in. It wasn’t even about him anymore; I just needed to release something. Anything.
The noise in m
