CAROLINE'S POV
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Torturous bastard. That's what he is. He might not want to see me dead, but I fully believe that's only because the Moon Goddess tethered us together. This entire week, we've been woken up before dawn and forced to run until after the sun was up. The muscles in my legs cramp as I strip. I'm covered in mud, and snow. My teeth chatter as I shower, until the heat of the water sweeps into me completely. I get dressed, and head downstairs for breakfast, eat and retreat back to my room with knees that threaten to buckle with each step I climb.
I hate him.
This is to spite me, isn't it? It's to show me that he's in control.
Monster.
That's what I called him, and he's just proving me right.
The War Games are almost here, and in two weeks, then I'd be rid of him. I don't ca
