ZION

The next couple of days, I did exactly what I promised myself I’d do: I focused. Drills, sparring, footwork until my muscles burned and my lungs felt scraped raw. Anything to drown out the bond humming under my skin. And them, especially him.

Cassian didn’t say anything about the kiss, but he was always there. Whether it’s hovering at the edge of the sparring circle, perched on a fence rail when I ran laps, trading lazy jabs with Tristan while his eyes found me. Always ...