Lyra's POV
"What the hell are you doing?" Killian's voice cut through the training room like a blade.
Ash drove his elbow into Killian's thigh with enough force to make the other man grunt and release his grip on Ash's training shirt. Ash shot to his feet, towering over Killian with barely contained fury.
"Following orders," Ash snarled. "We're doing the drill exactly as instructed."
"You're lucky you picked the furthest corner of this room," Killian hissed, gesturing toward me with obvious disgust. "From where I stood, it looked like you two were about to tear each other's clothes off."
"And what if we were?" Ash stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Since when is that your concern? Last I checked, you rejected your fated mate."
Killian's jaw tightened so hard I could hear his teeth grinding. His eyes flicked to me with something that looked almost like longing before snapping back to Ash.
