A Court of please let this be the book storyline

Nesta PoV

  Many times throughout my life, I have asked myself what the difference was between content and rage. I'm not a philosophical person, but I have wondered. 30 minutes. 30 fucking minutes is the damn difference. My eyes were closed for a total of 30 minutes before Cassian waltzed his happy little ass into my room and yanked my blankets away.

  I looked up at Cassian, shivering from the cold, completely naked with no more blankets to cover me. He stood there for a few seconds, the demanding look and tone still radiating from him until he realized I was naked. "I- Ness, I- uhh... Shit, I'm sorry, I-" was along the lines of his reaction. I stood, growling, glaring straight at him.
"Get out. Now." I whispered, prowling towards him, knowing I wasn't helping the situation. "Nesta, you have to train." he remarked, his gaze and stance suddenly going back to demanding. I chuckled, deep and low, while still stalking towards him. "I'll train when I'm ready, and until then, you will knock before entering my room." I hissed, pushing him backwards and towards the door. He moved only two inches. "I don't care what you thought this trip was going to be, Archeron, but we do things my way. Be dressed and ready for training in five minutes, your leathers are in your dresser."
I huffed a sigh a of anger and slammed the door in his face, grumbling my way to the dresser. I pulled them out of the top drawer, stepped into them, and looked at myself through the grimy window. Unsatisfactory. These must be for smaller girls, yet they are still baggy on me.

I walked out of out cabin and towards the training center, glaring at Cassian who was already starting the lesson with the other females.