Stephanie’s POV:
“Follow me,” he said over his shoulder, his tone clipped but carrying an edge of authority that left no room for argument.
I scrambled to keep up, my sneakers slipping slightly on the grass as I trailed behind him. He moved with the kind of effortless grace that made it impossible not to notice the ripple of muscle beneath his bare skin. The sun caught the sheen of sweat on his back, tracing the lines of his shoulders and the curve of his spine. I forced my gaze away, chastising myself for letting my thoughts stray.
This was training. Not… whatever this was.
Nicholas led me to a small patch of dirt at the edge of the training ground. The space was secluded, bordered by tall trees that cast dappled shadows over the area.
“Stand here,” he said, pointing to a spot direct
