"Where did the Blackwells pick you up from? I mean-"
"That is it!" I stand and throw the stupid napkin, which I had to re-adjust perfectly in my lap thirty times before I got it just right, into the salad.
"Screw you! I'm done!" I shout, walking out of the dining room. I will not sit here and be talked down to. I won't feel any less of a human than I already do. Landon is one thing; he holds my fate here. But this pompous ass can go to Hell.
"You get back here, right now. I have never had anyone leave one of my training sessions!" Harron grabs my upper arm, halting me just outside the door. His face is flustered and red, and his nose is making a whistling sound from his heavy breathing.
"Well, it's happening now," I seethe, trying to pull his fingers from my arm.
"You are trying to make a fool of me in front of the Blackwells and I won't allow it," Harron threatens, tightening his grip on my arm.