Kieran P.O.V.
“Intent,” Amelia echoes. “Define that before Rayven murders you.”
“Not power,” Thane says. “Yet. Just focus. You two are going to move at the same time—drills you already know—and keep each other in your awareness without letting that awareness drag on your magic.”
“So, we train like normal,” Amelia says slowly, “except with more opportunities to mess everything up.”
“Correct,” Thane says.
Lira claps once, far too brightly. “Excellent. Let’s make bad choices.”
Rayven elbows her without looking.
Thane gestures back to the center of the circle. “Face each other,” he says. “Neutral stance.”
We do.
Amelia rolls her shoulders once, loosening muscles that have clearly tightened from being held still for too long. I do the same.
“Basic pattern,” Thane says. “Slow. On my co
