Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the villa, casting a warm glow that transformed the terracotta tiles into shimmering pools of gold. In the heart of the courtyard, Mara stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, an expression of resentment etched on her face as she watched Damon expertly flick a wooden practice knife from hand to hand, the blade glinting in the light.

“I will be training you today,” he announced, his voice steady.

She furrowed her brow, ...