ALPHA CONAN
I stood at the edge of the training field, watching closely as David guided Gwen’s hand toward the wound of a warrior. His fingers rested lightly over hers while he spoke, instructing her on how to focus her voice and power to heal. Gwen listened with complete concentration, her eyes fixed on him, and every second of it twisted my chest.
She should not be looking at him that way. That patience or that trust because all that belonged to me.
I clenched my jaw, reminding myself that I had been the one to walk away from her. I was the one who told her it was over. Yet knowing that did nothing to ease the sharp tension in my chest. All I could think about was how easy it would be for her to one day look at David as more than a teacher. That thought alone unsettled me in a way tha
