Olivia stood in the training ground, her heart heavy with disappointment. She had thought Devon was beginning to respect her, but his words cut deep, shattering that belief.
"I thought he liked me now, but obviously he doesn't. Otherwise, he wouldn't have threatened to throw me in the Dungeon," Olivia thought bitterly. The Dungeon was a stinky, sad, and dark place filled with werewolf killers. "How can he say that to me? Did he mean it?"
"What? Are you suggesting you can't do it? Are you that weak? You sorry, pathetic pup," Devon's voice dripped with disdain as he berated her.
Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes and spilled over, tracing silent paths down her cheeks. The sting of his words was almost unbearable. Her heart felt crushed.
"You make me sick!" he scoffed, turning away from her.
Through blurred vision, she watched him stride away, his footsteps echoing in the quiet of the training ground.