Atlas blocks the punch, moving in to get me in a wrist lock, but I’m pissed enough now that I dodge, fueled by my frustration. It’s bad enough that I can’t even cast a damn spell; now I can’t even take down this stupid handsome bastard.
My sudden speed seems to catch him off-guard, and for a moment he looks almost impressed. “I don’t believe in mentorship, and it’s a waste of my time when I can be doing other things,” he says.
I lunge in again. “Because you’re too good for us freshies, is that it?”
He scowls, effortlessly blocking me once more. “You’re telegraphing again.”
“How is it a waste of time?” I ask, dodging his lunge.
I could swear I almost see the faintest hint of a smile on his face. “Do you always ask this many questions when you’re supposed to be working?”
I give him a d
