Pushing off the wall, Nick stalked down the hall with a scowl on his face. He'd been standing there for several minutes now, waiting for either the door to open or her to come down the hall, but there had been no appearance thus far. No surprise there, if the thick scent of male lingering near her room said anything. It was only a tad bit frustrating. He'd given her her space, knowing she'd want it after the little adventure she took off on so abruptly, but that she hadn't sought him out for a rematch after their last sparring session went so well was a surprise. If it had to do with that brat of Ryker's, so help him. Nick took the stairs two at a time and headed for the dining hall as a last resort. She always claimed to like habits and schedules, eating at this particular time each day, gym at this time, but lately she'd become so unpredictable. It was disconcerting. Again, Anuerin's pretty little face came to mind. That boy was only going to leave her hurt, something Nick had known and tried to convince her of. Hardheaded, unpredictable, unforgiving minx. Layering the negative adjectives only made it worse but he tried it anyway.
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