I didn't go to Kieran's bed that night. I'm many things, but I'm not fucking stupid and it seemed a lot more sensible to stay as far away from him and his temper as possible.

It was still kind of dark outside when I dragged myself out of bed, my limbs felt heavy and I wanted to roll back under the covers. Instead, I staggered toward the training grounds with a single thought repeating in my head: what kind of idiot volunteers to get beaten up at sunrise?

I was grateful that I didn't feel so ...