Dean POV
Tate and Cade eagerly prepared to spar, their excitement palpable in the air. I, on the other hand, felt my weakness overshadow me, despite having a larger dragon. The weight of exhaustion settled upon me, a constant reminder of my limitations. As I motioned for Cade and Tate to go first, I sat on a worn bench next to Calista, nestled on the property.
Seeking comfort, my hand instinctively reached into my pocket for a cigarette, only to be intercepted by Calista's gentle touch. Her hand met mine, a barrier between me and my discomfort. "You smoke when you're uncomfortable," she observed, her voice soft and understanding. I sighed, acknowledging her astute perception.
Colson and Amaria stood nearby, awaiting the spectacle, but my wandering eyes were brought back to Calista's p
