KYLIE'S HIDDEN STRENGTH
Kylie woke to the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains. She stretched, feeling the familiar ache in her muscles, a reminder of the battles they had faced. Lysander was already up, his side of the bed cold. She knew he was planning their next move, always thinking ahead.
Determined to be more than just a passive presence, Kylie decided to train. She needed to be strong, not just for herself, but for Lysander and their family. She had seen too much, endured too much, to sit idly by.
After dressing quickly, she made her way to the training room where she found Kim running drills with a few of the men. He looked up, surprised but pleased to see her.
“Kylie,” he greeted, wiping sweat from his brow. “What brings you here?”
She squared her shoulders, her
