The training field continued to smell like wet dirt and metal. I was reminded of what I had nearly done by the markings from yesterday's drills.

Everyone feigned forgetfulness. However, I could tell by the silence as I went by, the fact that people avoided staring at me and said nothing at all.

Rhys was also silent. And his voice bothered me more than any other voice.

I saw the rogues sprinting in formations while folding my arms on the field's edge. In the morning, a light mist of ...