The Next Morning – Training Field
Elina arrived early, already stretching when Damon stepped onto the training ground. Their eyes met for a brief second—too brief—and both instantly looked away.
Neither spoke of the kiss, or acknowledge the tension twisting between them.
They just… train hard.
Damon threw himself into every drill with unusual sharpness, muscles tensed, jaw clenched.
Elina matched him strike for strike, refusing to let her emotions distract her.
The others in the yard watched in awe. They had never seen the two of them this competitive before.
It was almost as if they were fighting their feelings instead of each other.
When Lucian finally dismissed everyone, Damon immediately grabbed his towel, slung it around his neck, and headed straight for the exit as if chased
