× Ryder ×
It has always been like this.
One headache or the other.
I watch as Alvera snaps at Dixie and I, dishing out orders to us both.
Alvera. She has a knack for dealing with situations like this, diffusing and managing tensions with a few well-placed words.
But Dixie’s attitude always puts me on edge. I’ve been skeptical about her from the start, questioning her every move, her every word. There’s something about her that just doesn’t sit right with me.
But today? Today is different.
Dixie had the nerve to call me Trix’s lapdog, his errand dog. Never in my life has someone insulted me that much. It stings, not because it might be true, but because it’s a direct hit to my pride and my loyalty. I’ve earned my place here with blood, sweat, and sheer determination.
I’m no one’
