Ethan's Pov
I descend the hill with firm, heavy steps, venting my irritation and frustration on the short grass. Each step is a painful reminder of the failed encounter, and the sound of dry leaves crunching under my feet amplifies my sense of isolation.
"When you think about it, she's been a proper girl. It's against the rules to get involved with people while in the tournament. You would have ruined her chances in the Luna tournament," Fang argues within me, his voice calm enough to deeply irritate me.
For a moment, the night air feels a little colder, as if the very environment is condemning me for my behavior, just as Fang has been.
"Don't start defending that arrogant girl, Fang. She doesn't deserve it! She's only after status and power, she admitted it to us, remember?" I respond irritably, walking across the lawn back to my room. Some guards look at me with confusion seeing me in their uniform, but I don't care.