“Was that a compliment?” I asked, sitting up straight and holding my head high.
It could be difficult to tell where Caius was concerned, but he smiled and gave a half-shrug.
“It was a fact. I think you’ll manage it if it’s what you want.”
As frustratingly unclear as ever, but he admired the fact I was strong-willed and I suspected it had been a compliment, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
“It would help if you told me what I am supposed to be putting my mind to. I know you said the moon makes it easier, but I must need to prepare for it somehow.”
“You shouldn’t put your mind to anything; if you fixate and obsess over pushing yourself to transform it won’t happen. You weren’t thinking about it when we were at the Arena, were you?”
He put just enough emphasis on the word ‘were’ that it w
