SKYLA.
The morning has passed by damn slowly. I’ve been itching to get my hands on Aleric, and my anger has begun bubbling again.
Royce’s words from last night are replaing again and again and it’s only getting to me.
I don’t even know how I’m going to face him later for training… I might bail for today. I don’t think I can handle being in his proximity…
I zoomed through the first three lessons without even bothering to play up or waste time. Lost in thought as I get the work done with ease. The quicker I’m done, the better.
The moment the bell rings, I grab my books, and my tote bag that Malevolent has been curled in all day and rush from the room before anyone else even rises from their seat.
Now to find that d**k.
“Skyla!”
I stop mid-step, spotting none other than Ahren, my neph
