Daniel’s Point of View
I knew this moment would come.
Her body language says it all.
Even before she opened her mouth, I could feel it. The air was different, heavier, tighter. She stood in front of me on the edge of the training field, her hands clenched at her sides, her eyes soft but blazing with something I hadn’t seen in them before.
I had just knocked her to the ground in our latest sparring match. She hadn't gotten up.
Not right away.
Now, she stood still, unmoving, like the next breath would either set her free or crush her completely.
“Daniel,” she said, voice barely a whisper.
I wiped the sweat from my brow. “Yeah?”
She bit her lip, nervous. Emily was never nervous.
“I need to say something before I lose the courage,” she said.
I blinked. “Okay…”
She stepped closer, h
