Fae had a problem, and that problem's name was Durian Black.
He was on her mind, constantly. Every time she tried to distract herself from him, or force herself not to think about his large, hulking body and grumpy face, she'd think about him even more. What was that saying again? The one about the polar bear?
Oh, right, try not to think about a polar bear, and you will see that the cursed thing will come to mind every minute.
That's exactly what Fae Martin felt as she stalked through the halls, on her way to their tactical training course where she was bound to see him in all of his sour glory.
"Is there any way for me to drop out of this class?" She wondered to herself.
She gripped her right arm, her black long-sleeved compression shirt clinging to her body, accentuating her narrow waist and the natural curve of her hips. Since she'd arrived early, the class was relatively empty with only a few students hanging in the corners of the room doing their own thing.
