Nyra:
Lucas looks at me, a confused expression on his face. “What?”
“Your student.” I repeat, making my voice sound rough so that he can know that I am serious. “I’ve seen the way you fight,” well, to say he almost killed me when we were sparring. “If you train me, maybe I can be as strong as you.”
This seems to amuse him because he chuckles and starts shoving his notebooks in his bag. He stands up and slings it over his shoulder, “No.” He says, shoving past me. f**k, f**k. I follow behind him gently, praying to the moon goddess so that he won’t shove me as hard as he can. He keeps walking, ignoring my total presence.
Entitled asshole, never in my life did I think that I would be following a guy like a love sick puppy, which I am not, just so he could teach me some of his moves. I real
