_Lyla's POV_
After training, Aaron and I returned to our room. My muscles ached from the session, but it was a good kind of pain—a reminder that I was growing stronger. Aaron, however, looked completely unbothered, as if he hadn’t just spent the last hour flipping me over and dodging my punches like it was child’s play.
I collapsed onto the bed with a sigh and rubbed my sore arms. “I think you broke me.”
Aaron chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. “You’ll get used to it. A little soreness never hurt anyone.”
I shot him a glare. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Muscles.”
He smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Then his expression turned serious. “I need to talk to you about something.”
I sat up straighter, my stomach twisting. “What is it?”
“I have to leave tonight,” he s
