ALEXANDER
Cyra’s eyes dropped to the ground at my question. “I wasn’t trying to assault the Luna,” she said quietly. “I was trying to train her.”
But I didn’t let her finish and demanded that she look at me. She slowly lifted her gaze, and there was something carefully blank in her expression that only fueled my anger further.
“I may have gone a little harder than I meant to, but I didn’t do it on purpose. I was only trying to train her.”
“Under whose orders?” I cut in sharply, and she faltered. “There is nothing,” I continued, my voice rising, “that says the Luna needs to know how to fight. That is what you are there for. You are the Luna’s spear, her shield. So tell me, Cyra… why the hell was she being trained?”
“I’m sorry, I—”
“I know you have an answer,” I snapped, stepping clo
