Lola’s POV

The moment I stepped onto the training field, I swore to myself I’d be focused.

Sharp.

Unbothered.

Kael was just another warrior in the camp now. One with good reflexes, rogue intel, and an unfair amount of abs.

So what?

I’d faced death, led warriors into battle, and endured hours of Dad’s training drills. One stupidly attractive guy shouldn’t throw me off.

Nova raised her staff. “Ready to get your tail whooped again?”

I grinned, tightening my gloves. “Not today.”

We circled. Her footwork was light, swift. Mine, strong and steady.

Clash.

Twist.

Counter.

I was doing well. Holding my own. Until He appeared.

From across the field,...