AMARA’S POV

“Again,” I said, getting into my defensive stance once again. My grip on the blade tightened as I trained my focus on Caelan alone.

The trial was tomorrow and I still could not knock him down on his ass.

Caelan sighed. “It’s late, Amara. You have made more than enough improvement already. You need to rest. There is nothing you can achieve tonight other than a good night’s rest.”

I shot him a glare. “I know you don’t like me very much but I do not intend to be ...