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He's always been a hard one to crack, always seemingly uninterested in everything going on around him but every once in a while, I see a semblence of something else. Like that time I got too close to his face and he jerked back, a look of almost fear in his eyes, but I never could quite figure out from what. I remember those little instances but that's all they were. Usually Frost is an extremely hard shell to crack. I've never felt any kind of romance or anything with him. Playful flirtation, sure, but there's too much loathing in my blood for this being which both confounds and puzzles me. One minute he's the worst thing to ever happen to me and the next he's offering shelter and training. I've never known quite what to think of him but I don't think I could bring myself to follow through on anything intimate with him anyway. I'm too caught up on Alexander for one and two...the thought of anything remotely intimate with him still disgusts me. And yet maybe the rebellion in teasing is what has always pushed me anyway. I like to bring something, anything to those eyes other than indifference. It challenges me. My brows furrow as I snort. "Or maybe you just forget yours too much." Gone are the times when I hold my tongue and shrivel away in a corner. He may be an alpha of his own pack now but he still holds no sway over me. If anything, what he did to my friends and to me only solidified the fact that I can do better for a leader, if I even need one in the first place. I will admit that maybe his teachings did help me in the long run. He used my fear against me and while I hated him for it, that hate turned something on in me that was dormant and helped me to survive. I used my fear and hatred for my own father to turn me into the animal I needed to become to survive the attack from my former pack. It got me through it and I guess some part of me has him to thank for it. But I certainly won't grovel. I roll my eyes. "Or maybe you just have a lot of horrible fathers to thank. Daddy issues tend to make women hold poor judgement over male role models for the rest of their lives. It's a proven fact. I read it in a book, one not in an outlandish language no one else can speak." Sarcasm runs thick on my tongue. When he asks after my abscence, I turn away, distracting myself with getting dressed so I don't feel the need to answer, not that I want to, anyway. He would only find a way to use the information against me, I'm sure. I let a gentle "hmm" in response slip from my closed lips, like I'm agreeing that I've changed but making no further comment on that matter. He asks again and my lip tugs into a small smirk. Almost desperate, isn't he? It's almost like he's genuinely interested. Or is it concern? Surely the ice cold alpha wasn't worried about little ol' me. My brow arches up at the mention of Alexander's name. I owe him? As if. "Alexander is more than capable of taking care of himself. It has nothing to do with me that you secretly enjoy his company. I owe you nothing, Frost. If anything, I owe you pain for what you did to those I care about. I certainly don't owe you any favors. You tried to manipulate me. You tried to get in my head. You tried to kill my friend right in front of me. You forced me to kill someone. Your rare moments of what some would call kindness don't make up for that and what you do with others when I'm not around certainly doesn't make up for it." I lean against a dumpster to face him, staring at him evenly as I cross my own arms like I'm mimicking him. |