MIREYA POV
The past two days had been nothing but combat training.
No breaks. No mercy. Just bruises, sweat, and constant shouting.
My body still ached from the fight with Jax, my ribs reminding me with every movement that I wasn't fully healed. But I pushed through it. I had to.
In those two days… I hadn't seen him.
Not once.
No sharp voice in my head.
No teasing remarks.
No burning hazel eyes watching my every move.
And I hated how much I noticed.
It was quieter without him. Easier to breathe. Easier to focus.
…And yet something felt off.
I shook the thought away, tightening my grip as I blocked another strike from my opponent. Focus. That's what mattered. Not him. Not his absence.
"Again!" the trainer shouted.
I moved, slower this time, my ribs protesting, but I didn't stop. I couldn't afford to look weak. Not here. Not in front of everyone.
