Ayla’s POV
I dragged myself out of bed at five. The air was freezing, but the hot shower helped. I pulled on my black tank top and leather pants, my usual wear and slid my mom’s ring onto my finger. It was a small weight, but it grounded me. I grabbed my gear and headed for the training room, praying I’d be the first one there.
I got my wish. For all of five minutes before the door hissed open and Cian stepped in, looking as smug as ever.
“Well, well, well. Someone is quick to take my place,” he mocked.
I didn't even stop my reps. “It’s too early, Cian. Just leave me alone.”
“I’m not here to fight you, Ayla. I’m giving you a heads-up. Thought you might actually need it.”
I stopped, getting to my feet and wiping the sweat from my forehead. I stood there, hands on my hips, waiting. “Ge
