Lyra didn’t even have time to set the cup down before Eira barged in with her arms crossed and a frown that said she was already over it.

“Training grounds. Now.”

Lyra blinked with the cup still hovering near her mouth. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Except it wasn’t just Eira’s voice this time.

Another voice came with hers, deeper and sharper, and it made Lyra’s stomach twist before she even turned her head.

Kieran.

He filled the doorway like he owned it. Like he owned the ...