(Lena’s POV).
The silence in the room was almost comforting—almost. I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers gripping the edge of the blanket as I stared at the wall.
My mind was spinning, caught between the chaos of the past few days and the pressure Adrian and Lucas had placed on me tonight.
The annual best warrior competition? Me? I let out a short, bitter laugh to myself. What were they thinking?
I mean, sure, I had some strength and fire in me—but going up against trained fighters? Warriors who had been preparing their whole lives for this?
I could barely walk down the hallway without someone whispering behind my back.
“I’m not built for this,” I mumbled into the silence.
But then I remembered the look in Adrian’s eyes—so serious, almost haunted.
And Lucas, his voice soft, p
