Mira’s POV

The air was sharp with morning chill. I stepped into the training grounds, hoping to sweat out the mess in my chest. The night had left me restless, Kael’s words, his touch, his eyes, still clung to me like a fever.

He met my gaze. “You’re early.”

“You’re earlier.”

We stared at each other across the field of old memories. My fingers curled into fists. “Want to spar?” he asked. “Why not,” I said. “Let’s see if you’ve gotten slow.” He smirked. ...