Deric
If there’s one thing I learned growing up with Jaxon, it’s this: You don’t trust easily.
Especially not people who smile too sweet.
Especially not people who hide too much.
I leaned against the second-floor balcony, arms crossed over my chest, watching the secret training ring below. Officially, I was there to secretly “observe” the sessions. Unofficially? I was watching them. Kale and Elyra.
Wait! They know each other? And from my angle, Elyra didn’t seem uncomfortable too.
Kale moved like a fighter bred for war, quick, ruthless, precise. Every strike was sharp. Every dodge, a sign of violence barely contained.
Elyra was just as dangerous. Not because she was stronger. Because she made you forget she was. Her movements were almost lazy, fluid, deceptive, until she snapped
