Xlynor’s POV
I inhaled deeply, reclining into my seat with my eyes closed.
I shouldn’t be able to scent her from here. She had either left or was still in the training hall, yet it was as if she was right here.
I loosened the clasp of my archery gloves and tossed them onto the desk.
It had been meant to be a simple lesson. Since she was pretty unoccupied and might go visit Eryndor, maybe exhausting her was the solution. But instead—
I pressed my thumb to the bridge of my nose.
Instead, I was doing something else which didn't align with my true intentions. Yes, she was defiant, but I was starting to see her in a different light, which wasn't supposed to be.
My lips had twitched before I could stop them.
Twitched?
I bared my teeth at the memory.
I can’t remember the last time I had
