Nevara
The knock came too early.
Way too early.
I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow.
Another knock, louder this time. Followed by a voice far too alert for this hour.
“Nevara. Open up.”
I groaned again. “Gods above…”
Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled to the door in one of the sweatshirts Sabrina had stocked the closet with. When I cracked it open, a tall male with steel-blue eyes and a jaw carved from stone stood waiting.
Kael.
I recognized him from the dining hall—the one who stood behind Thoren like a shadow made of muscle.
“Good morning,” he said flatly. “I’m Kael. The king’s second-in-command. I’ll be overseeing your training.”
“Morning,” I mumbled. “Barely.”
He ignored that. “I’m here to walk you down and go over your regimen. Today’s your one and
