Michael's pov

I didn't even realize I was following her until I heard the sound of metal clanging.

With her hair back and perspiration streaming down her neck, Matilda was one of the training rings. Yes, but her blade responded too quickly. Each blow served a purpose. I was constantly reminded by every action that I was not interacting with the same fearful girl I had encountered months earlier.

But I didn't squirm because of her skill. She was engaged in a duel with that man.

Ronan. One of ...