Aubree’s POV
The training room felt like a battlefield disguised as polished marble and rubber mats.
Too bright.
Too open.
Too full of tension that didn’t belong to the drills or the threat outside these walls…
…but to the three of us standing in the middle of it.
Uncle Sebastian had doubled security and ordered everyone to sharpen their defensive skills after the attack scare. My dad had agreed, and when those two agreed on something, it meant it wasn’t optional.
And Abel and Carter?
They were already here before I arrived.
Already in gym clothes.
Already watching me.
Already vibrating with the kind of protective energy that could start a war if anyone breathed wrong near me.
I stood barefoot on the mat, the air thick between us. Sweat glistened faintly at Abel’s collarbone. C
