POV: Vargus Shadow
The walk back to the alpha dormitory did nothing to slow my pulse. If anything, the quiet corridors make it worse, giving me too much space to replay the last hour without anything to distract me from how badly I handled it. The stone floors here echo every footstep, a constant reminder that I am walking through a place built for people who are supposed to have better control over themselves than I just demonstrated.
I shouldn't have gone to her room at all. I certainly shouldn't have broken the lock doing it, shouldn't have stood there long enough to say half of what I said, shouldn't have let Wilder see exactly how much this had already gotten under my skin. Control is the one thing I have always been good at. It's the one trait my father has ever openly praised in m
