Everywhere suddenly felt hot.
Everywhere suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Nicolette clenched her fist and bit her lip, trying to stifle the emotions racing through her. It was all getting to her, and she was failing at keeping it at bay.
Trainer getting fired finally hit her like a brick, hurting more than she had expected. He had been there for her just yesterday, protecting her in his own helpless way. And now he was gone.
His absence didn't just mean he wasn't competent—it meant Alaric didn't give a damn. He had shown her just that.
Her thoughts drifted to Alaric: his coldness, his ignorance, the way he wouldn't even talk to her or let her explain, it hurt more than she was willing to admit.
And the disappointment that followed when she realized Lucian had sent those sunflowers instead? It was beyond explanation.
And now this.
The betrayal from her father. The lies from Rachel.
How dare they steal from her and parade it around like it was theirs?
