MIRABEL POV
I stared at the man in front of me, my mind struggling to catch up.
My father.
It still didn’t feel real.
He studied me in silence, his expression unreadable. I should’ve been overwhelmed, should’ve had a million questions ready to spill out, but all I could manage was a quiet, “It feels weird calling you ‘Dad.’”
His lips quirked slightly. “Then don’t. Call me Kendrick.”
Kendrick. My father’s name. It felt strange, foreign even, yet… oddly grounding.
I nodded slowly. “Alright. Kendrick.” The name rolled off my tongue awkwardly, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Silence stretched between us before I forced myself to ask, “So… when do we start training?”
“Tomorrow.”
That was fast.
I shifted my weight, glancing around the dimly lit room. “Where do we meet?”
Kendrick’s gaze s
