Chapter 19: the man at the door

I miss Tasha.

I was still mad at her, but I missed her so much. I sighed, thinking about her. I pressed my ear against the door, trying to listen for any sound, any indication that he was still here. Silence greeted me. I was alone in the suite. I felt reassured enough to open the door and step out.

I was determined to avoid him. Forever if possible. His warning still rang in my head; he could still reject me. I scoffed. Like he had any right to. The thought of it made my blood boil; he'd reject me? Subject me to that pain and misery for what ? What right did he think I had to hate me?

I scoffed again, going to the living room window and staring out at the open field. We were on the last floor, so I could see the entire training ground. I watched soldiers spar, their bare, sweaty bodies glistening under the morning sun.

I sighed. I had nothing to do today.

"Fuck it. I need to see my sister."

I went back to my room, changed, and walked home. The journey was long and tiring for my