-Ronan Hale:
The morning came too soon.
I wasn't sure if I'd actually slept or just laid there with my eyes closed, but either way, the sun was up, and so were we.
Breakfast was quiet—too quiet.
Lucien never spoke, keeping his gaze on his plate the entire time. I wasn't surprised. After that night, I expected him to avoid looking at me.
Elara, on the other hand, was completely unaffected. She was happily eating, humming to herself as if nothing had happened.
I watched her, studying the way she absentmindedly twirled her spoon between her fingers.
"So," she said between bites, "are we going to start training today, or are you two going to keep staring at your food like it's going to attack you?"
I smirked. "Eager to get your ass kicked?"
She pointed her spoon at me. "Eager to learn."
Lucien finally spoke. "We'll start after breakfast." His voice was neutral, but I caught the way his fingers tensed around his fork.
Elara grinned. "Good. Because I—"
