A week.
Seven days.
And Mira had mastered the art of not seeing him.
Not by accident.
Not by chance.
It was a deliberate, careful act.
Every hallway calculated, every schedule adjusted, every opportunity avoided.
Because she didn't trust herself.
Not around him, not after that night.
And most of all, she didn't know how to face him again, not with fully understanding what had happened between them.
Or the tension that now coiled deep in her chest—alive.
Like a... bond.
***
"Again."
Mikael's voice cut through the air, sharp and impatient as usual.
Mira exhaled, shifting her stance, her grip tightening around the wooden staff in her hands.
Her muscles still ached.
Not just from training, from everything weighing on her like a brick.
"Fo
