[Ava's POV]
The training room was really cold. It smelled like sweat and leather in there. There was one light that was flickering. It made long shadows on the floor. The room was empty. It sounded weird with Jaxons feet hitting the floor fast as he did his drills. Jaxons muscles were tight. He was moving in a controlled way really precise..
You could feel something, in the air a kind of tension that was not just because of the exercises Jaxon was doing. Jaxon was putting a lot of pressure on himself. The weight of something bad was bearing down on him.
It was something that felt very dark. It was always there every time he breathed in and out. This dark thing was always pressing against him.
Jaxon had not talked to anyone since that night when the conclave fought. The city was still
