Meredith.
The morning air was crisp, cool enough to sting a little against my skin as I adjusted the hem of my training top.
The field stretched wide and quiet, mist curling lazily along the edges of the grass.
Draven stood in front of me, arms folded, his presence as steady as always. Only today… something was different.
His long black hair was tied up in a bun, right in the middle of his head.
I narrowed my eyes, unable to stop staring. Why in the world would he—
"I can see you are staring at my hair," Draven said smoothly, his gaze locking onto mine. "You don't like it?"
I scrunched my nose. "What motivated you to put your hair up like a woman?"
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, his lips curling at the edges. "This is how today fell out," he said casually. "I didn't want my hair getting in the way while I'm training you."
I gave him an irritated look, tilting my head in disbelief. Of all the ways he could have tied it, why like that?
