Willow.
I didn’t storm away from Calista like some dramatic or flustered i***t. No, I kept my spine straight and shoulders squared and my chin up as I crossed the training field like I hadn’t just nearly bitten off the face of a royal guard.
Inside though? I was boiling. My pulse was still hammering in my ears abd my teeth grinding so hard my jaw hurt. That girl had wormed her way into my thoughts and into my space and the worst part? She knew exactly what she was doing.
She was calm and cool but deadly with those subtle insults and that sugarcoated attitude. I hated her. And I hated even more that she clearly thought I wasn’t good enough for the position I earned. That I didn’t look the part or that I wasn’t strong enough and big enough and male enough.
And what really burned deep
