Jack Barlowe was focused, strong, as cunning and cold as a person could possibly be. He hated weaklings. People were like living breathing pests that he would've crushed if he could. In Basgiath war college everyone was a competitor, a hurdle. And that one girl, the darkest of his temptations, the sunshine in storms was no different. He hated her laughs and smiles. He hated the affect she had on him.

She is mine to ruin. Mine to tame. he thought watching her with his cold piercing blue eyes.