“Well, you’re in an unusually good mood,” my best friend remarks as I join her in the queue for dinner. I shrug, not knowing what to say to that. I really like my mentor. He knows how to make me understand the importance of his lessons. I can’t believe I’m saying that after knowing him for less than a day.
“This mentor of mine really knows how to make me feel better,” I admit out loud, then freeze as I realize I might’ve said too much. He’s supposed to help me deal with trauma in Katie’s eyes. Not teach me the ways to control my chaotic, violent dominant element.
But my best friend nods, seeming impressed more than anything. “I can see that. I can’t believe he managed to help you improve so much in a matter of hours. He’s good,” she agrees, making me silently breathe out in relief. That
