The moon hung low in the sky as I made my way to the training grounds. The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated the stone paths, and a cool breeze rustled through the trees.
I hadn’t told anyone where I was going, not even Margot or Cassian.
Tonight, I needed something different—something that wasn’t planned or scripted.
When I arrived, the sight before me made my breath hitch.
Dorian stood shirtless in the middle of the training ring, sparring against a wooden dummy. His muscles rippled with every movement, his skin glistening with sweat under the pale moonlight. He moved with such precision and grace, every strike deliberate and powerful, yet controlled. His focus was intense, his body a study in strength and discipline.
I swallowed, feeling a warmth spread through me that had no
