Killian’s POV

I woke up earlier than usual. Maybe it was restlessness, or maybe it was the overwhelming weight of everything happening at once.

I shook the thoughts off.

I needed to train. It's been a while since trained, I used to train every day before.

After brushing my teeth and showering, I dressed in my usual black fit. A pair of black joggers, black shirt, black boots. My hair was neatly combed back, and for a second, I stared at myself in the mirror.

As always my face was blank, cold and unbothered.

I headed out. My private training grounds weren’t far from the main yard. The morning air...