Celine
Seeing her in the training hall made my blood boil. It was like watching a cockroach scuttle across a perfect white tablecloth.
I didn't think she had the balls to show her face here, yet here she was, standing tall as if she owned the place. I couldn't just stand there and watch her pretend to belong here.
I stormed out of the hall, my heels clicking like gunshots against the stone corridor. I ducked into a secluded corner and whipped out my phone, my fingers shaking with rage as I dialed Julius.
He answered on the second ring.
"Celine? What do you want?"
"She's here," I hissed, pacing back and forth in the tight space. "That maid girl is in the f*****g training hall. Get her out. Now."
There was a heavy pause on the other end, then a tired sigh. "I can't, Celine."
"What do
