The next day,08:00 The Iron Atrium,RyxIt was Hell Day. The one day of the week where the Academy’s academic pretenses were stripped away, replaced by the rhythmic grunt of physical exertion and the ozone-heavy scent of combat magic. For most, it was a day of dread. For me, it was a welcome distraction from the lingering heat of last night.Except for one problem.Adrian was being "perfect."He stood at the edge of the training mat, his posture as rigid and flawless as a marble statue. His dark training uniform was crisp, his long black hair swept back with surgical precision. To any outsider, he was the ultimate Aristocratic Vampire: cold, polite, and terrifyingly efficient.To me, he was a wall of ice."The instructor is approaching, Ryx," Adrian said. His voice was a flat, tonal monotone that lacked even a hint of the velvet growl from twelve hours ago. "Your stance is two inches too wide for a defensive pivot. Correct it.""I know how to stand, Adrian," I snapped, my jaw clen
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