I hate how these bas.tards are treating my mate. I knew that coming here would test my patience. Aunt Lenny and I had a long talk last night about controlling myself.
I thought I was doing good. Until that stupid bit.ch kept calling Nadja a dog. Nadja can say it doesn't bother her all she wants. I saw her ears dip slightly. I felt the nerves and sadness stir inside of her.
Although, seeing the looks of pure shock and fear on their faces when Nadja told them exactly who I am.. That was worth it. At least a little bit. I could tell that Nadja liked it as well.
Things were going smoothly for us. Nadja was in complete control of herself, and she wasn't panicking. And then that bas.tard showed up.
"Nadja? Is that you?"
I turned my head out of instinct to see an older looking Elf walking o
