DAY TWO OF TRAINING.
OWEN POV
Mirabel’s grumbling had reached a level that, if weaponized, could probably take down an entire army. “Are we there yet?” she groaned—for what had to be the hundredth time. Her stamina would have impressed me if it weren’t so tragically directed at complaining.
“We are almost there,” I said for the hundredth time.
She glared at me, then huffed, shifting the bag's weight on her shoulder. “You could at least be a gentleman and carry this ridiculously heavy thing,” she snapped. “You gave it to me!”
I placed a hand over my heart, feigning deep offense. “Mirabel, I am shocked. Do you not remember the sacred agreement we made before embarking on this journey?”
“What agreement?”
“While I am your trainer, I am not your mate,” I said smoothly. “Which means you
