Lilian’s POV
A few hours later
The “sparring room” was a misnomer. It was actually a cavernous, soundproofed hall buried deep in the sub-levels of the estate, far removed from the plush carpets and silk wallpapers of the Alpha wing. Here, the floors were reinforced concrete, the walls were lined with lead and silver-mesh shielding, and the air hung heavy with the scent of old sweat, ozone, and the sharp, clinical tang of Elijah’s magic.
“Again,” Elijah commanded, his voice echoing sharply against the cold stone.
He wasn’t standing. Instead, he hovered three inches off the floor, his legs crossed in a meditative posture as he was surrounded by a swirling vortex of violet energy.
In his hand, he held a small, crystalline vial of Alexander’s blood, uncorked. The scent hit me like a phys
