She knew it hurt him to have her say it, even if he himself didn’t say it. She could feel it through the bond. So she turned on her heel with her best impression of Mean Girls and stormed away, fighting off the guilt that surfaced which he felt his anger and hurt permeate through their bond.
‘You’re going the wrong way,’ he called out after her.
Alexa groaned and turned around stomping toward the other side of the clearing. Seriously, couldn’t he just let her storm off with some dignity? Did he really have to point out her terrible sense of direction?
‘Not that way either,’
‘Will you shut up!’ she threw her hands up in the air and turned back to face him. He just shook his head, and though minute and barely there she felt a sense of amusement underneath all the anger and the hurt, and
