Magnus had thought he was prepared for anything. Years of training, countless battles, years of maintaining composure in the most challenging situations.
Surely he could handle one training session with Carina Gray.
He was wrong. Completely, utterly and catastrophically wrong.
When she had walked past Dorian. Past the Alpha King she'd been chasing for years, and headed straight for him, Magnus felt his carefully constructed world tilt sideways.
This wasn't how things worked. Carina always went to Dorian. Always. It was as predictable as the sunrise, as constant as the seasons changing.
But here she was, standing in front of him with those green eyes that seemed to hold secrets he'd never noticed before, and his brain had apparently decided to take an extended vacation.
"Would you spar with me?" Carina asked, her voice steady and professional, as if this were a completely normal request.
