Nevara
The first alarm was a lie.
It blared like a dying animal at 4:00 a.m., shrieking from my nightstand, vibrating violently like it had something to prove. I slapped at it blindly until it went silent again.
And then, because I’m an i***t… I rolled over.
The second alarm hit harder.
4:45 a.m.
Bright screen. Angry chime.
Kael’s name written in all caps above a calendar alert:
“TRAINING — DAY 14: LONG RUN. NO EXCUSES.”
I shot up like I’d been electrocuted. “s**t—s**t, s**t, shit.”
I was supposed to be downstairs fifteen minutes ago.
Kael was going to kill me.
Or worse—make me run behind him while he shouted motivational insults until I wished for death.
I scrambled out of bed, grabbing whatever was closest—a sports bra, compression leggings, a black tank that might’ve been c
