Ruby’s POV
The power inside me still hummed, crackling beneath my skin like restrained lightning. Even after I had calmed the storm in the room, I could feel it alive, pulsing, waiting.
I wasn’t sure if I was terrified or exhilarated.
Manson hadn't moved from my side, his golden eyes watching me with sharp intensity. His grip on my wrist was firm but careful, as if he expected me to collapse again at any moment.
I straightened, ignoring the slight tremble in my legs. “I’m fine.”
Manson arched a brow. “Are you?”
I sucked in a breath, glancing down at my hands. The glow beneath my skin had dimmed, but the raw energy still buzzed through me like an untamed storm.
“No,” I admitted. “But I will be.”
His gaze darkened. “That’s why we need to start your training now.”
The Training Ground
