“They had no syrup for the pancakes this morning,” Ivy tells me, placing a small plastic container on my lap and sitting down on the bench at my side. “But they have Nutella, and in my opinion, that is a good swap.”
“The best swap,” I agree. “Thanks for getting these. My legs are not working after training this morning.”
Ivy wags her eyebrows at me. “So when you have private training with your soon to be mate… how long does it take to get spicy?”
I laugh and cut up my pancakes. “He doesn’t—well, I mean, Atlas is serious about training and seriously frustrated that I still can’t call up darkness.”
“I’m sorry, Nyx,” Ivy softly says. I give her a faint nod before eating my pancakes slowly, looking up at the willow tree we are sitting under. This tree must be one of the oldest trees around
