Ivy’s pov

And yet, nothing. Another day of training, another failure.

The garden soil still clung to my knees, as my chest heaved. She wasn’t responding. The first time I had felt her but now it was as if she were dead.

I raised my head to meet Lucien's eyes from across the room. There was this look of impatience in his eyes even if he hadn’t said anything out loud.

“Rest. We'll go again in thirty minutes,” he said flatly.

Then he turned and walked away, Alaric falling into step ...