“Don’t listen to him,” he murmured as we followed everyone else. “He’s an elitist prick who had his balls handed to him and is trying to get a rise out of you. He’s wrong; you’re—” I arched away from his touch. “I don’t need you to tell me how strong I am, Nox,” I said coldly. His hand fell to his side, and I didn’t miss the look of hurt that passed over his face before he smoothed it back out and smiled. “Just as well, then. Don’t want it going to your head.”
