“Mira, he’s taken every spare minute he has to train me on the mat for challenges or take me flying in hopes I’ll finally figure out how to keep my damned seat without Tairn holding me in place. He’s—” She flinches. “You can’t keep your seat?” “No.” It’s barely a whisper, and the heat of embarrassment scorches my skin. “How the hell can you not?” Her mouth hangs open. “Because I’m not you!” I shout.
You tell her Violet!!!
