Theron’s POV

I stand outside the training grounds, the morning air cold against my skin. The warriors spar in the dirt arena, their grunts and the clash of claws echoing through the clearing under the training. My eyes track their movements, but my mind is elsewhere. On her, on Lycina. Earlier today during breakfast, her gaze cut across the dining table, calm, cold, and nonchalant. It didn’t look weak, or the tearful look I expected from the girl I rejected. No, this was something else, ...