I tossed and turned in bed, tightly wound with frustration after Kian’s abrupt departure during our heated encounter. My body still thrummed with unfulfilled desire, aching for his touch. With a huff, I rolled onto my side, glaring at Kian’s broad back as he slept beside me. The man was an infuriating enigma.
Resigned to a restless night, I closed my eyes and tried to quiet my racing thoughts. Eventually, exhaustion won out, and I drifted into an uneasy slumber.
The next morning, Kian was already gone when I woke. A servant informed me he had instructed her to escort me to one of the mansion’s training rooms after breakfast. Confused but curious, I quickly ate and followed the maid’s lead.
The training room was massive, with padded floors, racks of weapons, and various training dummies
