Willow.
The hallway to the clinic was quiet, and unusually so. My boots scuffed lightly against the floor, not loud enough to echo but just enough to remind me I was alone. The air smelled sterile as always like antiseptic and faint lavender, which someone (probably one of the nurse girls) had tried to sneak into the cleaning supplies.
I didn’t mind it because it’s better than blood or the stink of sweat and testosterone that lingered in most of the training blocks.
I wasn’t limping but every muscle in my back felt like a tight wire, especially after the Rael incident. My skin still remembered the brunt of his hold and the crackle of power between us and the way it had spiraled into chaos so fast.
I needed to tell James everything before I go mad witj it inside. He was the only one
