Kalilah POV
Nowadays, I have a lot of free time on my hands. Sure, I did train the younger ones and practice my skills, but the fact was I had a lot more free time now that I wasn’t on the run from Axel—the man who had tried to end my life so many times.
There were still moments I caught myself listening for footsteps that weren’t there, mapping every room I entered like I might need to escape it at a moment’s notice. Old habits didn’t vanish just because the danger had. But the threat was gone, or at least far enough removed that I could finally breathe without bracing for impact.
Some days, I didn’t know what to do with the quiet. I’d spent so long surviving that I never imagined what came after. What life might look like without someone hunting me down, without adrenaline setting the
