Mitchell POV
"Get your head out of your arse, boy, or I will put you through that fence."
My father's voice cut through the damp heat of the training field, but it barely registered. I was too busy staring at the dirt. Two days. It had been two days since Betty and Adriel shared that silent, magical link while he was unconscious. They had spoken. Truly spoken. And me? I got nothing. She hadn't come to my room. She hadn't even looked at me across the courtyard.
"Concentrate!"
His fist whistled past my ear, the displacement of air snapping me back to the grass.
"Adriel says she forgave me," I muttered, ducking a heavy left hook that would have shattered my jaw. "He keeps saying it. A thousand times over. He swears she doesn't hate us."
"Then believe him," my father grunted, shifting hi
