I sat with one leg extended straight ahead and the other angled sharply to the side, stretching as I stared daggers at Marcus, who was busy supervising the younger students. After our earlier conversation, he had mumbled something vague about needing to think it over before stalking off, leaving me frustrated and without a clear answer.
Training hours had since begun, making it three hours since our talk, and still, nothing. Tired of waiting, I pushed myself to my feet, closing the stretch as I stomped toward him.
He turned just in time to see approach and sighed, deliberately shifting his attention back to his students. Pretending he hadn’t noticed me, he continued giving commands.
“Marcus,” I said sharply, stopping beside him with my arms folded.
“Osborn,” he replied without so much
