RowenaI sank down into the hard plastic chair of my little office and looked around with a sigh.How was this possible? For three weeks, I had been working my ass off in the manager’s office. For three weeks, I had been receiving top scores in my internship assessments. Hell, since I had come to this school, I had done nothing but prove my abilities and my worth.
RowenaEric’s hand felt like an electric shock as his fingers grazed across my cheek.I slapped it away. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as I wrenched my wrist out of his other hand and walked across the room.“Enough of that,” I ordered. “I’m tired of your pranks.”
Rowena“Eric, I want you to teach me how to swim.”My words came out so fast that even I was just as surprised at hearing them. Eric blinked at me as he propped himself up on one elbow.“What?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “You’re serious?”
Rowena & EricRowenaI dried myself by the poolside. In the stone fire pit on the patio, a crackling fire flickered beneath the night sky. It warmed my skin—soothing after nearly half an hour spent in the water.Eric, who was sitting in one of the chairs by the fire with his feet up and his hands clasped behind his head, smirked at me.
RowenaWith a grunt, I pushed the table up against the wall of my little closet office. I took a step back, dusting my hands off as I inspected my handiwork.“That’ll do, I guess,” I muttered. One of the janitors had let me take an unused table from one of the storage closets to serve as a makeshift exam table. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do; after all, I needed someplace to examine any patients that came in.
Rowena“Ouch!” Eric held his head where I bumped it, rubbing it in an exaggerated manner. “Manager, I think I need to be treated for a concussion now.”As he spoke, I saw the hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t hurt at all. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks, however, and I quickly jumped away from Eric as Adrian stepped into the room.
Rowena“Everything looks good here. You’re all set to go.”I leaned back from my current patient, a brown-haired warrior with a tattoo of a tree on his arm. He was in perfectly healthy condition; his musculature was completely symmetrical, his eyesight was perfect, and his heart and lungs sounded strong and steady.
RowenaA soft sigh escaped my lips as I kicked off my shoes in the doorway of our mansion. It had been a long, but satisfying, day. I had new patients for my clinic, I was gaining more traction as a combat manager, and I had a date with Adrian planned.Everything finally felt like it was coming together. I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, I would finally be taken seriously at the warrior camp. Maybe now people would begin to respect me rather than treating me like an