Kyria
I got to my feet, went to take a shower and walked to the balcony.
I stood by the floor-length window. Watching the training ground. Derek moved with brutal precision, sparring against two warriors as though they were nothing more than bothersome insects.
His shirt clung to his skin, muscles tensed and slick with sweat, but it wasn’t his strength that shook me now—it was the looming fear that I might be a danger to him and something about me might one day bring his downfall.
“Stop looking like you’re about to faint,” Lassy said behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“He’s not dying today.”
My heart jerked. “You saw it too?”
She blinked. “Saw what?”
“the dream” I whispered, “Last night.”
She removed her hands from my waist. “What happened in the dream?”
“Never mind;
