Connor POV
Other than that night, I haven’t spotted an ounce of fear in those captivating, arctic eyes of hers. I’ve witnessed so many different things since then that only prove how much she’s a natural-born fighter. She’s more suited to be here than Mia, even though that would never happen even over my cold, dead fucking corpse. But while Mia is doing her best to appear the way Holloway effortlessly and naturally is, it’s appalling, shameful, and insulting in comparison. It doesn’t matter if she lives through this and spends the rest of her life training and learning, she’ll never be able to come close to comparing to my firecracker in any way or sense of the word. She’ll never be able to fall into the same category, never so much as taste or see it. She shouldn’t be here. She doesn’t belong here and wasn’t made for this life.