Olivia wiped the sweat off her forehead, her breathing steady but strained. Her body still ached from absorbing the core two days ago, but at least she could move properly now. No more limping, no more struggling to lift a blade.
Stefan's voice boomed across the training field. "Pair up! I want to see how far you've come."
Without needing any instruction, Lucian stood beside her. Olivia gave him a brief nod. She had gotten used to his presence by now. Maybe even… relied on it, though she refused to admit it.
As she tightened the bandages around her wrist, a shadow loomed in front of her.
It was Freya.
The sight of her twin made Olivia's stomach twist painfully. The last time they had been this close, Freya had pushed her toward the Wailroot monster, almost getting her killed, even after she had saved her life.
Freya wore her usual smirk, her blue eyes gleaming with mockery. "Still hanging around, loser?"
