That evening, I discovered that every muscle in my body was beyond fucked. My arms ached, my legs burned, and my ribs felt like they'd been violently rearranged.

Rowan had called it "light training." If that was light, I was afraid of what heavy looked like.

Still, I dragged myself through the motions of Luna duty, which mostly meant pretending to supervise while other people actually did useful things like rebuilding the burned council room and courtyard.

Lyra wasn't around, thank God, but ...