POV: Caleb
Trey had reacted before my brain did; I had simply forgotten where I was at the moment. Seeing her wrist in another male’s grip had gotten antsy and restless. I am still stunned by my action, though I do not regret it.
The truth is, I had been aware of her presence the moment she stepped into the training grounds; her subtle strength, her scent of olives had drawn me in like a bee toward its honeycomb.
But I had a plan to ignore her, placing so much attention on her obviously will not do her any good, but even the best plans go awry. Now we have this situation.
The council chamber was quiet except for the low sound from the tactical displays I was watching on the screen.
Preparing warriors, assigning, and promoting them based on their strength and capabilities is a task I
