Jaxon's POV
I spotted him just as he was about to slip into the dining hall, with his head down and a towel still damp around his neck, probably fresh from the infirmary. It made sense, given what had happened on the trail, but I didn’t come here to sympathize.
“Hey, J.”
He froze.
Slowly, he turned, brows knitting together like I’d spoken a foreign language. “Are you… talking to me?”
I leaned against the wall and folded my arms. “Are you deaf now?”
His frown deepened, sharp and annoyed. “What the hell do you want?”
I could hear the edge in his voice, the bitterness, like he was ready to spit nails. “What could the golden boy of the Academy possibly want with someone like me?”
I pushed off the wall and started walking toward him. “Come with me.”
He blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.
