All her life, she had been pushed around, underestimated, treated like an inconvenience, and she would be damned if she let him do the same.
Her spine straightened, her chin lifting slightly as she met his gaze head-on.
“Don’t worry, Prince Kaius,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I can pull my own weight. I don’t need a knight in shining armor to save me.”
Something flickered in his expression, something unreadable, but it was gone before she could grasp it.
“If you don’t have anything constructive to add, then I’ll see you tomorrow morning. If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” she finished, turning on her heel before he could say another word.
She walked away with measured steps, refusing to let him see the way her hands were shaking, the way her wolf was howling
