Zara's POV
"You always stay late after training?" Katrina's voice floated from the edge of the ring as I stretched out my sore arms.
I grinned, not even looking at her. "You always sneak up on people like a ghost?"
"Not a ghost," she laughed. "A shadow. There's a difference."
"Well, unless that shadow wants to spar, I'm calling it a night." I straightened, brushed my fingers over the edge of the training ring, and inhaled deeply. The night air felt sharp, clean. I could almost forget how twisted everything around here could be.
She didn't answer. Actually, she was already gone. That was weird. I glanced around. But there was nothing.
It was just an empty practice yard and the rustle of wind in the trees beyond the wall. Most of the other students had left hours ago. Eve
