Owen catches me in the corridor after combat, and I am a little too tightly wound to deal with him right now.
It is not his fault.
It is mine.
I should have rejected her too and just been done with it.
Absolutely not, Calix mutters.
Why not? That session felt awkward as hell, I shoot back, as Owen and I head towards our room to change for lunch.
And why is that? Calix asks.
You know why.
Say it.
It’s not a me problem. It’s the f*****g bond. I had nothing to do with it.
You growled when Owen put his hands on her. Not enough for anyone else to hear, Calix says lightly. But I did.
A low sound slips from my throat again before I can stop it, and Owen glances at me as I pull my keycard from my pocket.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?" I reply shortly, pushing the
