LIORA’S POV
After the morning class ended, Myra waited for me in the corridor as usual.
“We need to submit requests for your wardrobe for the hunt,” she said as we walked. “There are specific requirements for each event. Riding clothes, formal dinner gowns, outdoor day dresses. The seamstresses need at least three days to prepare everything.”
“I don’t want to go to the hunt,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
“Well, that’s unfortunate.”
The deep voice behind us made me freeze.
I turned slowly to find Lucas standing there, dressed in training clothes that clung to his frame. Sweat dampened his shirt, suggesting he’d just come from the practice grounds.
He looked good. Devastatingly good.
Our eyes met, and for a moment the corridor seemed to narrow until it was
