Briar
The floorboards creaked under my feet as I stumbled downstairs, still groggy from a night of restless sleep. My dreams had been a confusing mix of stormy gray eyes and forbidden touches, leaving me feeling more exhausted than when I'd gone to bed.
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit me as I entered the kitchen, and I gratefully accepted the steaming mug Finn held out. The warmth seeped into my hands, grounding me.
"Ready for another day of training camp?" Finn asked, eyeing me over the rim of his own cup. His hair was still mussed from sleep, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Looks like I wasn't the only one who'd had a rough night.
I nodded, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing Damian again. "As ready as I'll ever be."
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