Stefan
We continue to spar, and I need to ask him about Harlyn, but I can't just ask straight out without him questioning why.
“How are things with you and Lucy?” I ask, unwilling to get into my issues yet. We continue to move against each other and take the hits while blocking others. I know now he can’t attack me with his questions about my eyes, as when I mention Lucy, his mind focuses solely on her, as if no one else exists.
I need that. How can I tell him I was so angry because his sister had a ring on? The same sister I threw vile words at and rejected. The one I now realise I hurt, and somehow, that reality hurts me?
“All is going well, Stefan,” he smiles at me before swinging; I dodge the hit and swing back.
“And the wedding, have you two decided when this will happen?” I know
