“Lylah, focus!”
Lylah snapped out of her thoughts when the head warrior touched her shoulder. Her gaze lifted to him, and she swallowed at the cold look in his eyes.
“You’ve been absent-minded since we started. Care to tell me what’s going on?” he asked.
“I… uhm… I’m sorry,” she muttered.
“You’re sorry?” he echoed, his voice sharper than a blade. “Sorry doesn’t help you out on the field. Now snap out of it. You need to be sharp.”
“Yes, sir!” Lylah saluted and continued the training.
After two hours, all the warriors went on break. Lylah found a corner to sit alone. Her bones ached, but that was the least of her worries.
A question kept ringing in her head:
Who stole Selene’s book?
Last night, they had searched every nook and cranny of the room. Selene had even gone to the cave to
