Chapter Eight
Viktor POV
Hunter is waiting for me outside the Training Wing. He leans against the wall like he owns the place, arms crossed, that same damned smirk on his face.
“You really pulled the plug quick in there,” he says as I step into the hall. “Storm-girl wasn’t even warmed up.”
I grit my teeth at the nickname. The students are already whispering it. Nova doesn’t need more fuel for her fire. “You pushed her too hard,” I say. My voice is calm, but it carries an edge.
Hunter shrugs, unbothered. “That’s the point of the workshop. You want her to learn control? Then you let her hit the wall and see if she bounces back.”
“She’s not like the others,” I snap before I can stop myself.
Hunter’s grin widens. “That obvious, huh?”
I look away, jaw tight. He doesn’t need to see the t
