Chapter 113: Nyra’s POV I walked until the camp noise faded behind me past the tents, past the stacked crates, past the make shift fire place where the morning drills usually happened. My pulse was still spiking from the fight with Kade, irritation burning hotter with every step.

Protective.

Controlling.

Acting like I couldn’t think for myself.

A complete arse. That's what he was.

I needed to hit something.

So I grabbed two training blades off the rack and stepped into the clearing, ...