Amara’s POV
The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew as the sun cast a golden glow over the park. Elian had insisted we meet here for “something different,” and I had reluctantly agreed, unsure of what to expect.
When I arrived, I found him waiting by a clearing, dressed casually in a black hoodie and joggers. He looked like he belonged there—calm, composed, and in control.
“You’re late,” he teased, a small grin tugging at his lips.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “What’s this all about, Elian?”
His grin widened. “Self-defense lessons.”
I blinked. “Self-defense?”
He nodded, stepping closer. “You need to know how to protect yourself, Amara. Life’s unpredictable, and it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.”
I frowned, feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity. “And
