Nova QuinnI found Kael in the training yard just after sunrise.He hadn’t summoned me. No orders had been given. But the moment I stepped onto the scorched ground, he looked up—as if he’d been waiting.Without a word, he tossed a training staff toward me. I caught it with one hand and twirled it once out of reflex. The motion was smooth, sharp.His jaw tightened.“Barefoot?” he asked.“More grounded that way,” I replied.A flicker of a smirk, gone before it fully formed.We faced each other across the cracked dirt, morning mist curling between us like smoke. My cuff buzzed faintly—an ever-present reminder of the power I still couldn’t touch.“Why are we doing this?” I asked.“Because you’re still angry,” he said.I raised a brow. “And you think hitting me will help?”“No,” he said. “I think hitting me will help.”That stopped me cold.But I didn’t argue.The first strike was mine.A clean spin. A sharp jab toward his ribs. He blocked it easily, twisting to deflect and counter.We mov
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