Ronan was at my side in an instant. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, frustrated. “It’s… harder than I thought.”
Lyria’s expression didn’t change. “Again.”
The training felt endless. Lyria made me do one thing after another—calling up shields, shooting small blasts of light, even healing little cuts on my arms. Each thing she threw at me took more out of me. My body got sweaty and weak, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Ronan stayed close the whole time. His voice was calm as he kept telling me I could do it, even though he refused earlier, I'm glad he realized I needed to do this.
"You've got this, Selene," Ronan said when I finally made a perfect shield. "Look at that—it’s solid."
I smiled, even though I was so tired I could barely stand.
"Thanks," I said.
But Lyria wasn’t finish
