ALLE
I don't go back to my room after cleaning up the lab.
Can't sleep. Can't think. The image of my destroyed research station loops in my mind, mixing with Benedicta's smug face and the rage burning holes through my chest.
I find myself wandering the estate halls, restless energy crackling under my skin.
Bad idea.
I know it's a bad idea even as I do it.
The training grounds are empty at this hour, moonlight casting long shadows across the equipment. I strip off my jacket, needing to hit something, to move, to feel anything other than this helpless fury.
I'm halfway through destroying a practice dummy when I hear him.
"You're pulling your punches."
Winter's voice cuts through the night, making me spin around.
He stands at the edge of the training ground, dressed in dark pants an
