Asher focused on teaching her to steady her emotions, block out distractions, and maintain perfect control. Although he did not pull the stunt from earlier again, Violet found herself far more conscious of his instructions and sensitive to every correction he gave.
Asher Nightingale Nightshade might be sweet with her, but when it came to training, he was scary as hell. It was almost as if he became a completely different person. If it were not for the small moments in between when he softened slightly, Violet might have believed she was dealing with a stranger entirely.
They trained until noon, until her muscles ached and her magical reserves were pushed to a limit she had never reached before.
And for the first time, Violet realized her power was not the dangerous part, losing control of it was.
Exhausted, she began to trudge back toward their quarters, but Griffin, out of nowhere, carried her into his arms. Violet nearly screamed. That had been sudden.
