Willow
“I must apologize for our last meeting - I was very insecure in myself when I said we would be enemies the next time we met each other,” Caleb says and pats my shoulder.
We are sitting outside in the academy’s garden. To be honest, I have no idea why he is here, probably because I’ve been in shock for at least an hour, and he is worried about me.
I narrow my eyes at him but feel a blush creep up over my face when he smiles. Just like two years ago, Caleb is very good-looking and charming. He looks to be about 6’4 tall, which makes him attractive in my eyes since I’m 6’0 myself with a rather fit build. My mom always said, “You were built for war, honey,” and she was right - I’m proud of my body and the few scars I have here and there.
Caleb, however, is beautiful. He is in the pr
