Kaliah POVThere was this pull toward Damon, and I hated it.I moved quietly through the room, tying the black ribbon around my eyes. My fingers found the knot without effort now. With a soft sigh, I reached for my boots by memory, careful not to wake Kiran.Or so I thought.A loud yawn cracked through the silence.“Seriously?” I muttered, freezing mid-lace.“Morning to you, too, sunshine,” came Kiran’s groggy voice from his room. He shifted in his bed, blankets rustling like a storm in a laundry basket.I rolled my eyes. “It’s not even light out.”“And yet here you are, acting like you’re going to war.”“I am going to war. With my balance. And possibly a few tree branches.”He chuckled, and I heard the creak of his mattress as he sat up. “You know, you could sleep in. Just once. Maybe try something radical, like rest.”“Rest doesn’t make you a warrior. Training does.”“You’re blind, not invincible,” he said, yawning again. “Go easy.”“Go back to sleep, Kiran.”He grunted, flopping ba
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