Lola’s POV

Flint’s words still rang in my ears, sharp and cutting, even after we left the training room. He had said them so casually, but each one dug deep.

“You had a crush on me.”

As if it was some simple truth I should have admitted long ago.

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to breathe evenly. He was making excuses, I was sure of it. Testing me. 

Trying to see if I would stumble into confessing something I didn’t feel anymore.

I lifted my chin. “You ...