Elara's POVI wandered to the training hall on autopilot by ten pm.When I opened the doors, I instantly regretted my decision to come to train that evening.Kaden was sending blows into a punching bag in all his sweaty, half-naked glory.A second later, Kaden stopped. “Come in,” he said without turning around.I stepped into the room, my legs carrying me until I was right behind him. My hand lifted.“Kaden,” a purr slipped from my lips.I grabbed my hand with the other, my grip tight, as I forced Anika under control.“Sorry about that,” I muttered, walking away from him. “I will leave you to your–”“We have not trained together in a few days. Care to spar?”My foot in the air froze. Was Kaden being…polite?“Sure,” I said slowly.He nodded and stood opposite me, his arms raised to block my punches. Like always, he did not look like he was attempting to hit back, only defend.“Remember your form,” he started to ramble. “And swing forward without putting strain on your shoulders. Don’t–
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