“It requires one step through.”
She squinted at the trunk. “I can see the other side.”
“So it would seem.”
She circled the tree and peeked through the opening. “It is as I said. I can see your legs.”
“I’m sure you believe you can.”
His calm voice infuriated her, but she knew that getting riled up will only lead to another long lesson in teaching her self-control.
She turned away from him and breathed again and then counted to ten for good measure. She could almost imagine him chuckling, though she knew he probably would not give her the satisfaction of seeing him react that way. Still, she could feel his amusement. It had been the hardest thing for her. His mild dismissing mockery. It was a constant reminder that she was a mere neophyte swimming furiously upstream in hope of getting even the smallest measure of trust, let alone recognition.
Why did he take her on when he had so little regard for her?
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