Nico POV
I watched her closely as we walked down the hall. She was anxious and I could sense it but even with the nervous twitching of her fingers, she still looked like the epitome of beauty. It was easy to see that she grew up in a wealthy home where she was taught to always carry herself gracefully. Even after all she had been through the last few months, she still managed to walk with her head held high just like the day we had walked to the dining hall to face my mother. Yesterday I told her she wasn't strong enough to live in my world but I changed my mind. I glanced down at her hand again. "You're nervous."
"Of course I am. What do you expect?"
"Lesson number one, never show weakness."
She scoffed. "I'm not weak, I'm just tense. There's a difference."
"No, there's not." I stopped, grabbed her hand, and pulled her closer. "Being nervous shows that you lack confidence. A lack of confidence shows you doubt yourself snd doubting yourself is weakness."
